e to
y arm felt like it was detached, my leg a mess of shredded meat. I could feel the ro
ll alive,
hear them. The voi
ce said, a hint of urgency in its tone. "Her vitals are
ulation. The torn flesh, the
through again, s
seventy-two hours. Th
uffering. He had set a timer on my agony. Seventy-two hours. T
nights perfecting the vaccine that saved hundreds of people, that saved him, and this was my reward. I had dedicate
society. He held my hand, his touch warm and reassuring, his smile so convincing. What a
shoulder, shaking its head like a dog with a toy. A scream tore from my lungs, raw
reatures, mixed with the metallic tang of my blood. It was the smell
e world fell apart. We were sitting on the floor, surrounded by boxes, planning our future. Mark was talking abo
lie, a carefully constructed fantasy he had sold me while planning my destruction. Our child, the one we never had, felt like another ghost in the room, a
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