Control.

Wasn't that what she had sacrificed everything for? Her place in the world, her comfort zone, everything she knew and understood. To save a life, and to gain control.

But that was what she was not living now.
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She slid the clipboard back across the counter. The clerk picked it up, eyes scanning across it, and then looked up at her. His eyes scanned her in the same way. Her skin tightened. She kept her face expressionless, but she could feel the prickling, feel the blood climbing into her face and heating her eyes. She was used to the judgements and ( Read more... )

Bip, bip, bip, bip…

That ticking beep. Countdowns… counting up, maybe. Like a bomb. Or the electronic heart of a machine. Respiration, beats per minute, parts per million, drops in a tube.
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