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Tiffani
Sarah approached then, took the cloth from me, tossed it onto the table. She looked at me closely, took my chin in her hand.
“Did you take something?”
“Take?” I asked rubbing my hands over my bare arms, itchy. Tense. My heart was going too fast. Too fast. I needed ice water. More water. Did they have ice cream on this stupid planet? Chocolate chocolate chunk? Something. “Is it hot in here?”
“Tiffani, what did you take?”
“Take? What do you mean? Like an aspirin?”
Sarah nodded.
“Nothing.”
Sarah looked over her shoulder at Dax.
“Are you sure?” Dax asked.
“Yes. I was in bed crying, and then I started to feel weird. God, there’s something wrong with me. I can’t settle down and my skin feels creepy, like ants are crawling all over me.”
I shivered, tugging at the seams of m
