A Slip in the White Room
Reality was worse than anything he'd imagined.
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The sharp smell of antiseptic filled my lungs. I lay in bed, drifting in and out of awareness.
"The patient has suffered a slight concussion and requires a 24-hour observation," said the doctor, but his voice sounded far away.
I closed my eyes, my mind replaying that brutal night. I remembered the burglar's twisted face, the speeding car, and the deafening explosion.
When I woke up again, the TV was talking about that incident.
"A traffic accident involving a tanker truck and a private vehicle occurred on Goodrich Avenue last night. The collision triggered an explosion. A charred body was recovered from the car. Police believe the victim to be