Chapter 25
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In, out. In, out. Not enough in. There was never enough air coming in.
A man’s voice said, “She’s still alive.”
In, in, in…
“Are you sure?”
That was a man’s voice, too, but she couldn’t tell if it was the same voice speaking, or a different one.
Pause. “Yeah, she’s breathing. Look.”
In, in, in… She wished she could figure out how many voices there were, how many people. She didn’t know why, but it seemed important.
It sounded like the same voice, but that didn’t make sense.
Her eyes felt heavy as stones. She couldn’t see anything—it was so dark. But there was something, or someone, else… Are you still there? Are you still with me?
She wished the voice—or voices—would go away. But not the Other One, the one she couldn’t hear. She wanted him to stay. She needed him to stay.
I’m so tired, I just want to let go.
The voice asked, “What if she stops breathing again?”
Someone laughed and answered, “Well, then, I guess she’ll die.”
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