Justin
I woke to the steady and grating beep of a machine in my skull. A persistent throb pounded in my head, while my mouth tasted of staleness and the metallic tang of blood.
The hospital blinds were shut, but a blade of early morning light cut through a gap, stabbing straight into my eyes.
My body felt heavy and useless. I hated that feeling. Lying idle had never sat right with me.
My gaze landed on the IV line running into my hand.
Fuck, no.
I didn’t care if it hurt; I just wanted it gone. I wanted to rip it out and reject everything it stood for. I wasn’t going to sit here, hooked up like some invalid.
The tremor in my hand betrayed me. My body didn’t feel like mine. My mind screamed at me to act, to take control, but I couldn’t stop thinking.
My father.
A second family.
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