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The will to live

As his lyrics wrap aroundfor thethat voice with ht

I wake to a world of sound and pain Unfortunately, I can’t simply dive back under the blanket of sleep I wish I could Wish I could escape the volu to burst out of arbled voices build to an active ru into distinct words And there are other sounds as well The slap of running feet A sharp clang Countless small, identifiable noises that alert me to the fact that I’m in a place inhabited by people It’s not just Boots with me anymore

Then the hands that hold h it’s soft and yielding, I whiainst ly rip Cool air washes overdesperately to ease the inferno raging inside me More fabric rips, and hands move me Roll me onto my back Air crawls overcut off me

Normally this would have fired all kinds of alarms to my system, but it seems like a secondary concern now If even that Funny how priorities shift What would have seeister onto be asleep, listening, feeling, assessing what’s happening around me as I push down the fear

There are several people in the roo on the floor

"She’s lost a lot of blood"

"Who is she?" a second male voice demands Instantly, I don’t like this one It’s hard with a nasal quality "Did you blindfold her before bringing her here?"

Silence ly voice again "Damn it, answer nize the dry response, the velvet, low timbre I really need to learn his name "It’s not a concern She’s in no condition to remember--"

"It’s ood that does us if she’s an Agency spy and we all end up captured"

"You’re overreacting I found her practically dead"

"Did she say anythingare there others? Where are--"