Chapter 5: Go Ahead, Take It

The van stopped. 

 

The air smelled of must and disinfectant.

 

The hood came off. 

 

Bright light hit my eyes — I squinted.

 

They'd strapped me to a metal chair.

 

Around me: temporary partitions, IV poles, refrigerated storage units, and a row of cots. 

 

People on those c...

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