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... ead thudding against the pillow.
"Good morning, sunshine!" Eliana’s manic grin stretches wider. "How’s my favorite test subject feeling today?"
My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; when I swallow, it’s like sandpaper dragging down my throat. The pain has me grimacing.
"She needs water." Her voice cracks like a whip.
Dr. Reeves materializes beside the bed, his face an expressionless mask. He has a styrofoam cup in hand, with a pink straw.
"Small sips," ...
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