Ch 17 - Conscious

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One week. One week away. 

What would hurt less?

Others dealing with his problems?

Pity?

No one caring?

Physical?

He knew the answer.

It wasn't the right one, but he knew it.

What was physical pain anyway?

It didn't hurt.

Not anymore.

Blood wasn't scary.

Nothing like that hurt anymore.

His claws.

Nightmare's.

All the same.



Nothing.






And then there was blackness.

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