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~ Running a hand though his hair, Langdon tried to IGNORE the clammy damp clinging to his brow, clutching the file in his hand like it somehow offered an anchor. He'd figured at first it was just something he ate last night catching up with him. Pain in his stomach, unable to keep anything down. Wouldn't have been the first time poor diet choices had made him REGRET it the day after. Med school had been a ride for his stomach.

Even the nauseous trips to the bathroom he'd taken today, though more frequent then they should have been, would fit that. Then the loss of appetite had happened. DANA had offered him a sandwich earlier and sure, he had maybe waved it off a little too FORCEFULLY...but that was normal, he hadn't been hungry.

And well, if he had been more avoidantly quiet today, that was his business. Should outright please some.

But then the pain had gotten WORSE three hours into his shift. Skin feeling like it was overheating. The medical side of his brain muttering the word FEVER into the forefront like a betrayal....something Frank instantly crushed under his heel. Taking a steadying breath as the pain in his abdomen made heat flush over him. Hand running through his hair again. Suck it up, Frank. Just a few more hours, you can do this.

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❝ I care for no one but the offspring of your mind. Run from the one who comes to find you ❝

How strange must it be for her to be standing before him, he who looked like someone she had known, worked with. For him to know more about her than could be comfortable. Not that he should care about such mundane things.

It was still inside them, the afterglow of an explosion, except it was dark. And he still smelled of what was left behind, smelled like a lover, like a predator, like a butcher and a mourner. "You said you wanted to know," he spoke hoarsely, "Now is the moment I can tell you. Just now. But you need to listen carefully. Will you?"

❝   you   need   to   be   more   aware   of   your   surroundings.   ❞

𝐢𝐧𝐤   𝐨𝐟   𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜   𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫   𝐨𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐝   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞   𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚   until   it   recoiled   &   became   absorbed   into   the   hand   of   the   woman   in   snow-white   hair,   like   a   ball   of   energy   that   suddenly   vanished   just   as   quickly   as   it   came   to   be.   a   small,   pudgy   bird   then   materialized   itself   out   of   thin   air   as   it   positioned   itself   upon   her   shoulder,   receiving   affectionate   scratches.

❝   just   because   you’re   in   the   safe   zone   doesn’t   necessarily   mean   you   are   entirely   safe.   the   miasma   spreads   like   wildfire,   like   an   airborne   virus.   you   need   to   be   more   careful.   ❞  

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Kisara stares wide-eyed having never seen one so beautiful, so different before.

Not unlike her.