Tucker Cummings

Chapter 25: The White Room

In Uncategorized on January 25, 2011 at 1:56 am

The exam room is windowless, but I can still somehow tell by the quality of the light that I’ve been out for hours.

My brain is sluggish and molasses-slow, so when I turn my head to one side it takes me a full minute to process the fact that I’m not looking into a mirror. It’s Driver-Margery staring back at me.

“We thought it would be better if you woke up with someone beside you,” she says. “How’s the bolus?” she asks, pointing to the lump under my skin where the needle went in.

“Still doesn’t hurt,” I wheeze.

“It will.”

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