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It’s the director’s voice

"Mr Ward?" it asks again

"No! No! No!"

"We’ll be right up, Mr Ward"

The line goes dead

Bursting into tears, I hurl the phone away from me

I run out of the bathroom but on the phone by the bed there’s no dial tone

Chloe’s callingthe entire bathroo within her had liquefied

Blood keeps fanning out froranular A thick ring of flesh slides across the floor as Chloe cries out in pain and she keeps crying as I hold her and then she bursts into a series of hysterical, exhausted sobs and I’ fro crooked rope of flesh falls out of her

"Victor! Victor!" she screa liquid, her ina, trying to ste, but the towel is drenched in asounds, then defecates loudly, arching her back, another piece of flesh lurching out of her, followed by another rush of blood that splashes onto the floor

There is war out, "Baby please it’s okay baby please it’s okay baby-"

Another explosion of blood pours fro, another giant intake of breath, and I can actually hear the horrible sounds co yell

"Make it stop oh god , hysterical too

Another chunk of flesh, white and h her she can’t even for to s, her teeth stained with blood, the entire inside of her s, one hand tightly clasping ainst the tiled floor, and the bathroo Chloe, her eyes fix on , "I’m sorry baby I’m so sorry baby," and there is surprise in those eyes as she realizes how i in and out of focus, disappearing, and she startsin my arms and then her eyes roll back and she dies and her face turns white very quickly and slackens and the world retires fro as water the color of lavender keeps strea out of her