"Breathing," she says through puffy lips that don't feel like her own. She's somewhere outside her trembling body, circling on dull-eyed autopilot. "Just ... "
Her voice sounds warped, weirdly hollow in the hissing hallway between her ears.
"I may need a second."
The massive electronic billboard projected on the building next door scrolls to a brilliant white background; as she squints, a fresh trickle of blood seeps from the cut near her right temple.
"Just a — " Each syllable is labored, and she's so cold. "A second."
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Date: 2017-06-05 03:45 am (UTC)"Breathing," she says through puffy lips that don't feel like her own. She's somewhere outside her trembling body, circling on dull-eyed autopilot. "Just ... "
Her voice sounds warped, weirdly hollow in the hissing hallway between her ears.
"I may need a second."
The massive electronic billboard projected on the building next door scrolls to a brilliant white background; as she squints, a fresh trickle of blood seeps from the cut near her right temple.
"Just a — " Each syllable is labored, and she's so cold. "A second."