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[color=fff200]Day 2 10:30am[/color][color=ed1c24]Thru Day 5 8am[/color]
Harley nodded [color=00aeef]"Sure, no problem,"[/color] she handed him his pants and the shirt. [color=00aeef]"I hope the shirt will fit."[/color] Harley went to her things on the drawers and put it all back in her pockets. 

[color=00aeef]"You should be relatively safe now. I'm Harley Grey and I'm in room 122 if you need me. There are signs that will help you get around."[/color] She grabbed the wheelchair and opened the door. [color=00aeef]"Oh,"[/color] She turned around and handed him the key to his room. [color=00aeef]"Don't lose this." [/color]

Harley was sweating and looking very pale. [color=00aeef]"I think I'm going to go lay down for a while."[/color] Harley pushed the chair back to the cafeteria and when she got into her own room she fell into the bed and slept for most of the day. When she woke up she went into the showers and stood under the water again. She hadn't eaten anything so she couldn't throw up but it felt like her stomach was willing to try to eat it's way through her backbone. She guzzled a bottle of water knowing it would come back up but at least it would bring some of the acid with it. 

Afterwards, her coughing lessened a little bit, she felt better and she kept herself busy in the cafeteria trying to keep helping others. Harley was having an especially hard time with this little boy. He was in the bunker with his grandparents. Both of his grandparents had died earlier in the day. She knew them and had moved them both herself. His parents were on the outside when the asteroid had struck. She was rocking him back and forth trying to make him fight to live and she couldn't stop the tears. 

[color=00aeef]"Johnny, come on you can do this. Sing with me."[/color] When the 6 year old closed his eyes and stopped breathing she didn't know what to do. Feeling sick, shaky and tired she was emotionally worn out she took him and put him in the commander's arms. Harley ran out of the cafeteria.

Over the next few days she and so many others were violently ill. It wasn't until the fifth day that she started to feel better. She had been spending her time between the showers and the bed sleeping. Eating was sometimes more difficult but she drank water like crazy it seemed. She swore she was becoming a fish.

The morning of Day 5 she went to the showers and washed her hair really good and put on clean clothes and just all around felt good for the first time since they had opened the doors. She had energy, no fever and she was still sad but physically she was better. She hadn't really seen much of Sasha or the others that she knew. She knew that they were not opening the doors til later in the day and they were going to make sure that most were ready to fight if need be.

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