Chapter 42
Pain. It was everything. Every part of his body screamed agony into his mind, threatening to overwhelm his senses. For a while it had, leaving him breathless, still, without even the energy to cry for himself and his friends. His vision had been black. His head felt heavy, his mind dull. Maccy tried to raise his eyes. One was mashed closed, full of needles and leaking warm wetness onto his cheek. The other was bleary, unfocused. His neck was stiff, locked to one side so he couldn’t turn his head, but the little of the bridge he was able to see was enough. Jinsin was dead. Holden was dead. Their bodies looked strange; broken and crumpled like bags of flesh that held no bones. Jinsin was folded against the wall. She’d been stepping forward, her mouth open to speak when the robot carom
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