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− | Past blended with present and for a split-second I was convinced the Feds had found me, had pulled me from the wreckage of my ship, and had the rifles on the firing squad loaded and ready. ''Get up! Get out! MOVE!'' Someone spoke to me, laid a hand on my face, and I threw myself at my captor. Or tried. For years I’d never questioned my ability to act, to move, to win. I’d been shot, stabbed, frozen, and cooked. I’d had a ship fall on me and I’d survived. I’d overcome all those things and my body had never let me down. Until now. I thought the pain on waking had been unbearable. I was wrong. Before I’d managed to shift two inches, I was plunged into pain so | + | Past blended with present and for a split-second I was convinced the Feds had found me, had pulled me from the wreckage of my ship, and had the rifles on the firing squad loaded and ready. ''Get up! Get out! MOVE!'' Someone spoke to me, laid a hand on my face, and I threw myself at my captor. Or tried. For years I’d never questioned my ability to act, to move, to win. I’d been shot, stabbed, frozen, and cooked. I’d had a ship fall on me and I’d survived. I’d overcome all those things and my body had never let me down. Until now. I thought the pain on waking had been unbearable. I was wrong. Before I’d managed to shift two inches, I was plunged into pain so immense it made me blind.<br><br> |
''Be still. Be still. Be still …''<br><br> | ''Be still. Be still. Be still …''<br><br> |