[Wendell's in the hospital ward. Again. His sleep was peacefully black and empty, up until the last hour before he awoke. Anyone checking in on him around then, medical staff or otherwise, would find him restlessly tossing about as if in a nightmare. Vague, unsettling and paranoid thoughts and images haunted Wendell until he physically jolted
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Hey, I heard you're getting be-what the hell.
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Th...at's new...
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[Wendell sits back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.]
You don't need to call anyone.
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Hello. How are you feeling?
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Are you a doctor?
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[Then it hits him where he remembers her voice from.]
Oh! Oh, sorry. I'm just a little... out of it.
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[Certainly not nausea-free either.]
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... How many of them are left?
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[He closes his eyes and sighs.]
I think there's nine left.
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