Looking over the readings again she could see that three of her organs were completely healed. The thing was though she needed the ones around those t...ree functioning normally if she was going to survive.So far Sam hadn't left the third Grey world that was a bonus in her favor. Still she had to get to him again. How many more times she thought? She remembered going to the waste center. That had only been the second time in her life. Even though it felt strange it had left her with a feeling. ‘She is at home,’ the nurse answered her softly causing Bonnie to look hard at the woman. She noted the puffiness of the woman’s eyes and in alarm she asked, ‘Has something happened to Sydney?’ The woman shook her head. ‘Not Jenny!’ and again was relieved when the woman shook her head again. She reached her hand out towards the woman’s face and gently stroked her cheek. ‘So what has got your eyes looking like you’ve been bawling all afternoon then?’ ‘Sometimes the world just sucks, Bonnie!’ she. Exasperated, her chest pounding a bit, her body making her uncomfortable, she could feel her dampness, and with no panties, she felt so exposed. “Here... !!” she said, impatiently, holding out her phone, her brother’s number displayed. As soon as Roach nodded that he had it, she left, hurrying to her locker, grabbed her algebra book again, and headed to her last two classes before lunch. Still overwhelmed by it all, the constant whispers, and Roach’s appraising glance all through their now. The lashes were long and thick, eyeliner tasteful. The eyelids had a graduated shading of brown and gray. Then the makeup artist had designed these curlicues and patterns leading back from her eyes to her hairline by her ears. Little bright green crystal leaves sprung up from the drawn branches. Little dark blue heart shaped flowers sprung from the design, the crystals small, but very sparkly in the bright lights. It looked like she was wearing glasses or a mask, but such a beautiful mask that.