Good Intentions

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I snap my eyes open and gasp in a desperate breath as I shoot bolt upright on whatever it is I’m lying on.

What the fuck just happened?

I glance around but nothing looks familiar. I check my arms. There aren’t any tubes or needles or anything. There’s no window in front of me. No audience. The floors, the walls, and the ceiling are pure white. There’s a faint buzzing of lights somewhere overhead.

I put a hand to my chest, searching for the reassurance of my heartbeat.

Wait…

Oh, there it is!

Okay, so I’m not dead.

First of all… Yes! I’m not dead!

Second of all — not wishing to sound ungrateful or anything — but how am I not dead, exactly? The last thing I remember was getting the lethal injection. I’m pretty sure that’s meant to kill you. The clue is in the name, right?

I sigh. One thing at a time, Adrian.

I lie back down. It feels comfortable, soft. I move my hands and legs. I’m not tied to anything. I lift up the sheets. I’m wearing light-green scrubs.

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