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34: Complications
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Leo
Fucking Christ. Am I dead?
I haven’t even opened my eyes yet and I feel like all the worst parts of having the holy hell beat out of you and getting a concussion by slamming your head into the steering wheel in a head-on collision got hitched and moved into my body. I groan weakly, and even the sound feels like it’s splitting my head open.
I can’t be dead. This hurts too much.
What the hell did she do to me?
Laying there another long moment, I force my brain to remember the last several hours. When nothing is forthcoming, I open my eyes, looking about with another groan.
Bright light rings the edges of the black-out window coverings like a full solar eclipse and my head throbs mercilessly. Great, now I’m stuck here
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