The way things are
I thought I was going to die, but I didn’t. I thought that having a paper
bag wrapped over my mouth and nose was more likely to suffocate me then but it
hadn’t. I had cried and screamed and protested but in the end the room stopped
spinning I started breathing in a normal pattern and even though I had been
sick twice more I had felt better. I thought it was impossible but as always
these days I was being proved wrong. After a few hours of talking to Emmet
through a mixture of hands and voice we had come to the conclusion that even
that even though I was terrified not having the blades was something I could
cope with and would have to because they weren’t going to be giving them back.
Also unknown to Emmet after the initial panic I had made a plan. I could always
get more. Doctor Jordan was an idiot.
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