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Things had definitely changed if that was the worst I could fear from the humans now
I took a deep breath–noticing again that strange,wrong smell–and eased around the rocky edge
into the hospital
Doc was kneeling on the floor, his face buried in his hands, his shoulders heavingJeb leaned
over him, patting his back
Jared and Kyle were laying a crude stretcher beside one of the cots in the middle of the room
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The cots were not empty, as they usually wereSomething, hidden under dark green blankets,
filled the length of both of themLong and irregular, with familiar curves and angles…
Doc's homemade table was arranged at the head of these cots, in the brightest spot of sunlight
The table glittered with silver–shiny scalpels and an assortment of antiquated medical tools that
I couldn't put a name to
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twisted, tortured pieces across the table… tiny silver strands plucked and naked and scattered…
splatters of silver liquid smeared on the table, the blankets, the walls…
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Someone shouted my name, but I couldn't hear whose voice it wasThe screaming was too
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Heavy hands held me there
“Doc, help!”
“What's wrong with her?”
“Is it having a fit?”
“What did she see?”
“Nothing–nothingThe bodies were covered!”
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I had clearly seen the vestigial feelers still attached to the truncated anterior section of a child
Just a child! A baby! A baby thrown haphazardly in maimed pieces across the table smeared
with its own blood…
My stomach rolled like the walls were rolling, and acid clawed its way up my throat
“Wanda? Can you hear me?”
“Is she conscious?”
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