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"You've been laying there all day."

Her gaze continued to be fixated on the ceiling she had been staring at for the past few hours, not looking at the sudden intruder.

The sound of shuffling of papers. A groan, then exasperated sigh. "This place is a fucking mess."

She shrugged. "'m sorry," mumbled. Gaze remaining on ceiling. 

More sounds of objects moving. Breath, in and out. A muttered, "You can't find anything in here..."

Sigh. "And what exactly do you suggest I do about that?"

"I don't know! Something. For christsake, I haven't seen you do anything productive at all lately. I don't understand what's going on, but I'm begging you, please. Just--get up." The voice, now right next to her ear. 

She shifts her gaze away from the ceiling to look to her side. Her eyes stare right back at her, face caught in despair.   She blinks.

"But..."

Her gaze returns to the ceiling.

"I don't want to."