Fracture, by Megan Miranda Excerpt

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letting in light, I saw his back. A man. In scrubs like a nurse, a hooded sweatshirt over the top. My eyelids grew heavy and I drifted again. I drifted to the sound of the beeping monitor and the whirring equipment and the steady drip, drip, drip of my blood hitting the oor.

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