Tucker Cummings

Chapter 293: You’ve Got a Friend. Sort of.

In Uncategorized on October 20, 2011 at 1:13 am

What feels like hours later, I’m staring at the ceiling. There’s a crack of light that appears in the corner of my field of vision. I turn to see the door opening, and there’s Ripley.

“Tell me you’re here to cut me loose,” I say.

“Margery,” she murmurs, “We had a fight about you, about what would be best. I don’t know what course of treatment the Doc wants to try out on your tomorrow, but I’m leaving. I wanted to come say goodbye. What we need now is intel. I’m going back to find out what they did to you.”

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