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I woke up not knowing what day it was, what hour, even whether it was day or night. The windows of my hospital room were covered, and the lighting was the same it always was.
I pushed my way up through the fog. It wasn’t as bad as it had been in the days before, but it still had a weight to it, tugging on my mind and trying to keep me from thinking clearly. But enough was enough. Halli’s body felt doughy and sluggish, her mouth was constantly dry, and whatever there was of me inside her was sick to death of always feeling wrong—off—drugged into this kind of mental lethargy that made me feel stupider by the hour.
I enjoy my brain. I always have. I wanted to enjoy Halli’s brain, too, if they’d just let me.
“Hello?” I called out. I wasn’t sure if anyone could hear me, but sure enough,
