Chapter 47
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The Ja Lama’s face was staring right down into mine, so when I stabbed him in the side of the neck, it was a literal bloodbath. Blood burst out of him and poured down over me, and he made this little astonished sound I will never forget. His right hand flew up to the wound as if to stop the flow, but I stabbed him again twice in quick succession, and his eyes got very large. He made a sound like “nnnngggg” and then slumped over, and I pushed him off of me as well as I could. He tumbled down to the floor, and I went to work on cutting the other straps that still held me to the gurney.
My left hand was damaged, increasingly numb and cold, but I persisted. By the time I got myself free and off of the gurney, I knew I wouldn’t be able to use it for much of anything. If I
