“All I knew was that it wasn’t my apartment. I was hungry again. “Hello?” I asked. No one responded. I saw a gallon of water on a small table next to my bed but I couldn’t reach it. I tilted and twisted, but that made my legs hurt so I lay back down. I couldn’t find my tele. That was more disconcerting than anything. Many people slept with their teles, that’s how integral they were to our being. Hadn’t I met Garm? This certainly wasn’t her apartment. She lived in luxury. Other than a chair and t...he table and the bed, there was nothing in the room. Not even a carpet. It could be a flophouse in Deadsouth for all I knew except the room was too small. But at least I was alive, which was more than I could say about a lot of people at that battle I’m sure. I was anxious to know who had escaped. How it all happened. I felt very vulnerable lying in an unknown bed, no weapons, no tele, immobile. I must have dozed off, because I came to and the medical technician Devus Sorsha was examining my legs.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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