Tucker Cummings

Chapter 241: Phantom Limbs

In Uncategorized on August 29, 2011 at 12:08 am

I feel like every hangover I’ve had in my life was collected, condensed, and injected directly into my skull. And every pore on my skin. I never realized you could feel pores individually, but trust me, you can. And my follicles. Every slight movement a strand of hair makes on my head is like a punch to the gut.

A nurse in pink scrubs appears, and she’s not one I remember from before.

“Oh! Oh my god. You’re awake.”

“What happened to me?” I ask.

“I…I’ll go get the doctors. I’m not supposed to talk to patients about their condition.”

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