His sidepiece
I felt different fingers around me.
I was still the same, unable to move.
“One,” a hand pressed my chest, “two,” I waited, “three!”
I tried moving, but it didn't work.
“Try again.”
“One,”
“Two,”
“Three,”
I tried moving. Nothing.
I groaned. Would I be stuck like this forever?
“Could it be organ failure?” I heard a voice ask.
Oh no! Could it really be that? I had heard of it, and I knew I could be stuck this way forever, in my head. Would I even be in my head? How did it work?
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