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Adam could feel his pulse’s labor all through his body. Each beat was like a drum reverberating under water. The air was warm and wet, like a rainforest entering his lungs. But he was so cold.
Any movement was a monumental effort. Every time he pried his eyelids apart, their weight brought them back down. Adam kept trying until finally, he glimpsed a familiar face leaning in.
“I told you not to check out AMA,” JJ said.
He tried to smile, but the mask made it harder, and he slipped away again.
Adam had impressions of Iris sitting next to him, of JJ, and occasionally a nurse that wasn’t JJ, but he didn’t really feel present until the following day. That was the first time Grant came to see him.
“How are you feeling?” Grant asked.
“I’m not really sure,” Adam admitted, raising the he
