CHAPTER 8

A sound, a smell, then nothing as Nate passed out again. Over and over, the sequence repeated.

A constant droning, like an air conditioner in the background.

Black.

The overpowering smell of sweat.

Black.

A door slamming.

Black.

A vibration.

Black.

Voices, talking to him but making no sense.

Black.

Then the prick of a needle in his arm.

And black, deeper than before. Oh, so deep…

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