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I SPRAYED VOMIT all over the medic. His reaction was the only silver lining to the situation. He looked like he wanted to be sick himself. He backed up and grimly flicked the muck off his sleeves. After a moment, he pulled out a needle and jabbed it into my arm. Calm rushed through my veins, working its way to my face in the form of a smile. I must have looked a sight—nose bleeding, spew dribbling down my chin, wearing a big dumb grin.
Cords dangled above me. My immersion helmet was tossed to the side. I was still in Joon’s haptic suit. Every time I blinked, my dad’s death flashed before my eyes. Then my own avatar death blasted into my vision. That ray of light had hit me and torn me apart. Every time I opened my eyes again, the world came into fuzzy focus. The sense of calm from wha
