She
opened her eyes and gasped. Emma’s entire body hurt. Her eyes could see
everything even beyond the curtains; it was like having magnifying glasses
attached to them. The pain in her jaw was killing her, even when she was
already dead as all the love she once felt. The gums, God! They were being cut
by two sharp knives. But the worst was her throat. Emma was thirsty, she needed
water desperately to put out the fire; no, not water, the thought of it
repulsed her. Then, when she heard it, she licked her lips in anticipation. The
persistent thump of a heart beat on the second floor.
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