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Returning light brought pain. Instead of a soft pillow, hard plastic un-gently cradled my head. On the bright side, gentle fingers touched arms, my legs. Who?
Memory wasn’t gentle. It slammed into my brain.
Willis. Gun. Death.
I started to struggle. “I have Phisohex!”
“Is that what you did to the poor guy?” The voice sounded like Kel’s.
“I told you I wasn’t safe in the hospital,” I muttered. Death could have me now that I knew he’d live the rest of his life tortured by guilt. I sagged back and waited. No light beckoned me into the next world, so I opened my eyes. It hurt. I didn’t want to do that again, so I left them open and tried out my arms and legs. I didn’t think I could be more uncomfortable.
I was wrong.
“You shouldn’t move,” Kel began.
“No kidding.” I tried them again,
