The Push Chronicles (Book 3): Incorruptible - Plot & Excerpts
It was a clean, plain room, though I could see, staring up from the bed, that the ceiling plaster was yellowed and cracking with age. I wanted to prop myself up on my elbows to look around the room but I was too spent from everything. My body ached from being forced into action, my mind swam in alternating fever and chills, and as for my heart? Well, my best friends, my only friends left, most of them had just attacked me like puppets on strings. Let's say my heart was not doing well either. I gave up for the moment and fell into a deep sleep. "- telling how long it will take," Duane Brooks said. "Truth is, she'll never get over it entirely. That isn't how this kind of shit works, assuming the rules are even the same for people like her." I must have been semi-conscious and that sentence wormed its way faster through my brain than I thought possible. Before whoever else he was talking to could respond, I was bolt upright in bed. Something, an IV probably, tore free from my arm as I grabbed the black man's arm. It had been a gesture of urgency that turned into necessity as my head swam with vertigo.
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