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Sarah hadn't been sure about coming back to work, but now that she's finished a shift, she's more determined than ever to go about normalcy. If she can force her way back into it, maybe she can pretend to be like anyone else -- though she's quickly beginning to realize that everyone here is their own shade of abnormal. At the moment, she prays for something abnormal to deal with.

Her biggest concerns revolve around a man and medical treatments.

They're so normal that she wants to rip the island apart to look for a threat. Still, it's good to have something to occupy her mind. It keeps her thoughts away from John and her thoughts of what he's doing now. She's sure that with Derek and Cameron, he's well-capable of coping, but she misses him. She misses her son, she misses the one person in her life that she loves more than anything in the world.

Sarah takes a plate of food for herself and one for Sookie, grabbing drinks from Trixa before she heads to a table in the corner, grateful for a post-shift moment to compose her thoughts. "Here," she offers, extending the glass. "It's not alcoholic. I figured if I'm not drinking, I should make you miserable by giving you juice, too," she says, with a soft (yet tense) smile.

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"Right now," Sarah says tiredly, poking her fork around her plate of food and wishing she had more of an appetite. It's hard when all she can think about is what's to come and how it's going to take her body and make it weak. "I don't know, Sookie, right now, I think that all I want is to wake up and not feel as weak as I do. I want to be able to wake up and pretend that the day isn't going to be an uphill battle."

"Every day is an uphill battle, Sarah," she replies quietly, not sure if her next words will help or hurt, though she believes in them with every fiber of her being. Believes in them more now, after everything that's happened, both on the island and off. Believes in it every time she wakes with that same fatigue still resting somewhere in her chest. Maybe it's just been lately, a part of her wants to think, maybe it's just been lately that things seem to have hit her one after the other. But another knows that it's only the tip of the iceberg, that the weight won't start letting up anytime soon.

And she hates knowing that. More than anything else, she hates having her optimism taken away.

"But... you know, that also means that this is just a hurdle like any other. It's hard, I know, and it isn't something you can directly fight, but you can get over it just like you can any other threat. You've just gotta stay strong. Gettin' better in mind and body is always about staying strong, digging your heels in when you feel like everything's falling apart."