“I followed behind him on foot, limping into Medical, and Kiki jerked her head at the chair. I collapsed onto it and leaned forward, resting my forehead in my hands.
A silver-wrapped package was shoved in front of my face and I wanted to cry. “Can’t I just eat a whole chicken or something?” I asked.
“Let’s trade taste for efficiency for now.” The voice belonged not to Kiki but to Angélica. Who I hadn’t even noticed, which told me I was more out of it than I thought. She only continued to hold out the nutrition bar at me, expression unchanging.
With a sigh, I took it. Inside was a lumpy brown horrible imitation of food. There was an official name for these nutritional bars, but mostly we called them crap-cakes. So called because they tasted like crap. Probably worse, actually.
I chewed, even though my jaw hurt. When I’d swallowed, Angélica handed over a bottle of water.
“Forcing crap-cakes and water down my throat, it’s just like the old days,”
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