Every Hollow Has Its Favorite Sound (part 3)
“How long do you think we have left?” Daisy asked, her voice tight, as she held out the half-empty pretzel bag.
Jemma had never in her life pined for pancakes more strongly than she did right now, but their breakfast options were limited to the contents of the nearest vending machine. Outside, the sun was rising in a cloudless sky. She wondered idly if it ever rained in this world.
“It’s hard to say,” she admitted, cradling her cup of tea in her hands. “With continuous, full range of motion physical therapy and limited exposure to viruses and pathogens, patients who were in a coma for years have been known to make a full recovery. But without proper care… it could be a few months before our bodies shut down. And there’s no telling the effect of this kind of constant artificial stimulation on the brain either, not for such extended periods of time. Even in the short-term–”
“I knew I shouldn’t have asked,” Daisy grunted around another mouthful.