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CLANG!
Michiko landed on sheet metal and hit her head. Stars spun in front of her eyes.
She groaned.
She was disoriented enough from the medicine she'd taken. She didn't need to add any more confusion to her life.
She rubbed her forehead. It was tender and she was going to have a nasty bruise.
And then she realized, randomly, that maybe that's why they gave her the muscle relaxers.
Not to help her.
But to disorient her.
She knew she shouldn't have taken that pill from Huxley. He wasn't even a nurse!
She rested with her back to the wall, panting.
She looked up but could see only darkness.
She must have fallen at least ten to fifteen feet.
Her knees ached. The sheet metal in the duct wasn't exactly carpet. And it was warm, and getting warmer by the second. The cool air was va
