I feel nothing.
I hear my heartbeat.
Why is it so steady?
Am I dead?
I feel something soft and firm behind me.
I'm trying to move my fingers.
It isn't working.
Fuck.The room was cold. An industrial air-conditioner was blasting freezing air through its vent. White walls, white sheets, white desk, white door. Everything was white. Save for the
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