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“Uht, Doc” Amos’ voice came from the speaker “I’ll co we’ve got to a medic unless you wanna hand it over to the ether,” Holden said “It doesn’t work”

The link went silent While he waited, Prax checked his inco for the screen, but that had been true since the initial ed

BABY RAPERS SHOULD BE TORTURED TO DEATH

DON’T LISTEN TO THE HATERS

I BELIEVE YOU

MY FATHER DID THE SAME THING TO ME

TURN TO JESUS BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE

He didn’t open them He checked the newsfeeds under his own name and Mei’s and had seven thousand active feeds with those keywords Nicola’s only had fifty

There had been a tiht that he had He’d wanted to have sex with her as badly as he’d wanted anything before in his life He told hiether Mei had co so precious and central to his life had also been part of a woman who, by the evidence, he’d never really known Even as the father of her child, he hadn’t known the wo

He opened the hand ter fields, centered the camera on himself, and licked his lips

“Nicola …”

Twenty seconds later, he closed the field and erased the recording He had nothing to say Who are you, and who do you think I am? came closest, and he didn’t care about the answer to either one

He went back to theon the naate There was nothing new since the last ti into the s his terminal back into its holder beside the crash couch “It was just that during that last burn …”

He gestured to his knee It ollen, but not as badly as he’d expected He’d thought it would be twice its normal size, but the anti-infla their job Amos nodded, put a hand on Prax’s sternuot a toe that pops out soet it at the wrong angle on a fast burn, hurts like a bitch Try not to tense up, Doc”

Arind “This ain’t that bad Here, straighten it out Okay”

Amos wrapped one hand around Prax’s ankle, braced the other on the frame of the couch, and pulled slowly and irresistibly Prax’s knee bloo sensation of tendons shifting against bone

“There you go,” A in the right place Hyperextend that again right noe’ll pop your kneecap off, okay?”

“Right,” Prax said, starting to sit up

“I’ a hand on his chest, pushing hi a lousy day and all But you kno it is”