30LimboBilly had not moved for three days. Days spent just existing, his limbs pinned to his side as though they would break if he dared flex even a muscle, an oxygen mask cemented to his face, and his eyes open, but unfocused.
He’d seen nothing of the bustling nurses or the constant back and forth of visitors to the patients in the beds next to him, nothing but the look on Tazia’s face as she’d stuck that knife in his side.
She killed me.
She’d known she couldn’t actually end him, but her intention was clearly to do so. The Advocate would finish him off.
She killed me.
In the end, Tazia hadn’t hesitated. The look on her face still haunted him, hazily blurring in and out as he lay in his hospital bed teetering on the edge of consciousness. She’d been determined, with gritted teeth and
