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Devil, won't you bargain with me? 'Cause the birds, they sing no more. The flowers, they grow no more. If you let me go, I'll come back once more. It's all I'm asking for.
— Pomegrante Seeds, Julian Moon
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━━━━━━ October 20, 2149
CASEY'S EYES FLUTTERED OPEN to fluorescent lights casting a cold, sterile glow around her. She groaned, closing her eyes, as she wondered if she was back on the Ark. Although, her addled mind knew this shade of artificial light wasn't her home. She tried to piece together where she was... what had happened? A weight rested firmly on her chest, unable to move, as she could only lift her fingers to tap a rhythm against the scratchy sheets.
⠀⠀⠀She turned her head where four clean walls lined her small room. There was a cart with medical supplies on it by her bed and an IV in her arm. When she brushed her fingers against her chest, there were rough bandages wrapped around her chest.
⠀⠀⠀She took in a shallow breath, wincing at the sharp pang, then sat up. She pulled herself out of the bed, resting her feet against the tile floor, and pulled the IV out as she noticed the only hint of color in the room.
