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thrashing.
guards becomes shadows.
can't tell where they are.
only know they're between me and her.
lash out at them.
too many.
all over me like ants.
pinning arms.
pinning legs.
more electricity.
more chains.
no no no?—
something sharp pierces my neck.
Azarel's voice, raw from yelling.
"NO!" he roars.
Raven is crying.
sedative floods my veins.
pumping in through jugular.
keep thrashing.
keep fighting.
can't leave her.
can't—
vision already dimming.
not just blood now.
drugs too.
can't tell red from black.
can't see her anymore.
where is she?
reach out.
claws scrape floor.
