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MAGMA
Critical Care Unit, Stanford Hospital, Templeton, California
“Try not to talk, man,” Kyle said as he leaned over Cade’s hospital bed. “There’s a breathing tube inserted in your throat. Don’t worry, they’re going to take it out in a minute. They say you’re going to be fine. They say we’re both going to be fine. But no one is telling me anything. I just woke up about thirty minutes ago myself. I don’t know about you, but I feel like a freight train ran over me. Everything hurts.”
Cade squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them again, trying to focus on the room.
“We’re in a hospital. I don’t remember anything either. And no, I have no idea how we got here.”
Dr. Lindquist walked in. “Good, you’re awake. Let’s get that tube out of your throat, shall we?”
She walked to the other s
