NIMA'S POV"Fuck!" I woke up feeling as if I'd been run over by a truck. My head was killing me, so was my throat, my nostrils, my eyes, my fucking ribs. Breathing in made me feel like a billion tiny needles were being churned in my lungs. I couldn't even bear the weight of my own eyelids, I realized when I tried to open my eyes. When it was clear that I wouldn't be able to do anything other than lay there immobile, I gave in. A couple of seconds had yet to pass after I relax that my spidy senses tingled alerting me of someone else's presence in the room. I inhaled deeply to be hit by a scent I was already used to, Vic. "Took you long enough," he exhaled and I heard him shift in his chair. "So what did you use to drug me today?" I snorted angry at my paralysed state. Vic didn't reply but I could still hear his soft breathing. Maybe there's a time for everything. For the first time Vic was so quiet, he always had something to say. M
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