Wendy wasn't just crying. She was hyperventilating."Miss, no... no, no... please, miss... you're bleeding..." she sobbed, her hands hovering, terrified to touch me, terrified not to. "You're bleeding through... the stitches are... oh, Goddess, they're torn... you're going to die...""I'm... not... going to die," I panted, my one good hand gripping the iron door handle, my knuckles white. The world was a spinning, gray, nauseating blur. My back felt like it was on fire, a wet, tearing, ripping fire. The new blood was hot and sticky against my skin."Get. Me. Dressed.""Dressed?" she shrieked, her voice cracking. "Miss, you... you need the physician! You need to lie down!""If I lie down now," I gasped, my teeth grinding together so hard my jaw ached, "I... will never... get back up." I turned my head, a slow, agonizing movement. The muscles in my neck felt like frayed, burning ropes.I looked at her. Right in her terrified, tear-filled eyes."They... are out there," I whispered, the w
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