XCIII | Someone Else

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Someone's replaced my blood
with lead.

I can't move.

My lips part
after

a mammoth exertion.

'Ta...mmie...'

I blink,
surprised.

My vision is

flooded
with light.

I squeeze my eyes shut
quickly.

I don't want

to see

her
glowing
grey

eyes.

A hand brushes
my cheek.

Nails scrape
across my skin.

I recognise this touch.

The stench
of rotting flesh,
of smoke,

is gone.

Only the familiar smell of vomit
remains.

Very slowly,

I come back
to the world.

I'm staring straight
at a flat surface—

a ceiling, i think

—of LED lights.

I turn my head,
the movement

compounded because I don't know

if I have a neck anymore.

(Apparently, I still do.)

It turns
and I'm looking at
a white window.

I'm

in a white room.

The person sitting by my head,
caressing my face,

is Tammie.

She gives me

an apologetic smile.
Her grey eyes

are anxious.

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