The pizza was left unfinished. There was still over half left portion-wise that was going cold, and stale… and in general, it was just the saddest state a pizza could be. Neglect to this extent should be a crime, honestly.
But nothing could be done about it. Everyone's appetite seemingly vanished throughout the course of a couple of fleeting but illuminating minutes.
Everything felt a little heavier after that too; the air in my lungs, the walk back to position. Even a simple blink felt like I was doing pull-ups with my eyelids hooked up on a pair of anvils. The trepidation… funny how something you can't even see, touch, could feel like the weight of an entire galaxy on your back.
Irene was doing another examination on me again; the usual touchy-feely electrifying buzz of her hands all over me was just as intense as last time, but compared to the wait, the anticipation… well, let's just say there's nothing left of my frame of mind for her to send into disarray.
