Chapter 3
Serina
Still breathing.
I’m still breathing.
I’m still breathing?
Beep, beep, beep.
She’s coming around.
This isn’t right, I’m not supposed to be here. I cut my fucking throat, game over, finita la musica, passata la fiesta. I’m not supposed to be breathing. This is a mistake. There must be some mistake.
Beep, beep, beep.
Doctor, she’s struggling.
There has to be some mistake. My arms feel like lead and I can’t move my legs. It takes all my strength to lift my head and reach out to the bleary white figures. Please, I beg, there was a mistake. This was a mistake. I’m not supposed to be here, this is a mistake. My hands grab blindly and catch on thin white fabric. I drag it close. Please, please, I’m not supposed to be breathing.
Beep, beep, beep.
Put her under.
Again? What if her system can’t handle—
She’ll die for certain if we don’t. Do it.
The sting of a needle.
My arms are numb.
My eyes glaze over, there must be a mistake, there must be a mistake, I push the words past my lips as everything dims.
Black.
But the story is really interesting, and depressing.