I ground my sweaty flesh against the smooth metal, face contorted in pain, eyes squeezed shut. With bared teeth, I waited for my agony to pass. My hands jittered by my sides, my body now so sweaty it had soaked through the blue-black of my Star Forces’ uniform. Another wave of pain hit me, and I brought my head back and slammed it against the door, letting out a soft whimper as I did. It didn’t help. Nothing would. Except more compound 78. In a snap, the pain ended, and the nausea washed over me instead. I took a staggering step back and locked a hand over my mouth. My fingers slipped over my skin, and it wasn’t until I dug my nails into my flesh that they stilled. For several moments I stood there and forced myself to breathe. With my eyes half closed, I staggered backwards and forwards, my limbs like jelly. Now the nausea abated. It was replaced with a high-pitched ringing echoing through my head. It felt like horrendous static building in my brain. With one last tortured gasp, it too ended.
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