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Mirandah's days went on a little less lonely thanks to Andrew, although just as torturous nonetheless, stuck completely unable to move, looking through two narrow, pitiful holes. But it was all bound to change, once Dr. Hannah announced a change in her treatment in the next few months. Mirah held on to her nerves as she expected the long awaited cast change.

The day had come, the woman woke up at dawn, something she usually had a hard time doing, and spent the first few hours of the morning fantasizing about what would be different once the cast was changed. Then, some orderlies entered her room, lifted the brakes on her bed and started wheeling the perfectly solidified lady into the casting room, where she got thoroughly cleaned and finally sedated.

...

Mirah opened her eyes, slowly realizing nothing had really changed, except for the crushing compression over her face, which just wasn't there anymore. "Mirah? You there?" Spoke the silhouette in front of her. It was Andrew. She could clearly see the man, bending his head down over her - in fact, she could see the entire ceiling, without the horrid frame that usually surrounds her eyes. Could that be?
-An... Andy...?
Her words weren't muffled anymore. She could feel her tongue rub against her gums. She could speak again.
-Mirah! I'm right here, baby.
-Andrew? Is this... am I dreaming?
-No, baby. You're awake. Dear god, I missed your pretty face...
It was soon clear to the girl what had happened. Her body remained firmly held in place, but she finally got rid of all those mouth appliances and had a tight hole dug around her face.
Unconsciously, Mirandah teared up. She couldn't believe what she was feeling. The smallest amount of freedom granted to the poor woman was enough to collapse her into tears of pure joy and relief.
Her sweat, tears and mucus were building up all over her face, driving Andrew to grab a piece of cloth and use it to clean her up, but it was no use. Mirah couldn't stop crying.
-Please, Andrew sob kiss me. sob

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Description
Mirandah's days went on a little less lonely thanks to Andrew, although just as torturous nonetheless, stuck completely unable to move, looking through two narrow, pitiful holes. But it was all bound to change, once Dr. Hannah announced a change in her treatment in the next few months. Mirah held on to her nerves as she expected the long awaited cast change.

The day had come, the woman woke up at dawn, something she usually had a hard time doing, and spent the first few hours of the morning fantasizing about what would be different once the cast was changed. Then, some orderlies entered her room, lifted the brakes on her bed and started wheeling the perfectly solidified lady into the casting room, where she got thoroughly cleaned and finally sedated.

...

Mirah opened her eyes, slowly realizing nothing had really changed, except for the crushing compression over her face, which just wasn't there anymore. "Mirah? You there?" Spoke the silhouette in front of her. It was Andrew. She could clearly see the man, bending his head down over her - in fact, she could see the entire ceiling, without the horrid frame that usually surrounds her eyes. Could that be?
-An... Andy...?
Her words weren't muffled anymore. She could feel her tongue rub against her gums. She could speak again.
-Mirah! I'm right here, baby.
-Andrew? Is this... am I dreaming?
-No, baby. You're awake. Dear god, I missed your pretty face...
It was soon clear to the girl what had happened. Her body remained firmly held in place, but she finally got rid of all those mouth appliances and had a tight hole dug around her face.
Unconsciously, Mirandah teared up. She couldn't believe what she was feeling. The smallest amount of freedom granted to the poor woman was enough to collapse her into tears of pure joy and relief.
Her sweat, tears and mucus were building up all over her face, driving Andrew to grab a piece of cloth and use it to clean her up, but it was no use. Mirah couldn't stop crying.
-Please, Andrew sob kiss me. sob

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