You Could Have Given Me a Warning
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We watched silently as the doctor attached an IV bag to the patient, and then poked a hole in the bag to insert his chemical. I felt myself cringe at the thought of this happening to me.
"So, this is either about to get very graphic, or work perfectly," the doctor warned us.
"What do you mean it'll get graphic?" Gemma asked him, but just then it looked as if the patient was burning from the inside. His heart monitors showed that he was no longer alive and his skin was becoming black. He slowly became darker until all that was left was a burnt crisp.
"Oh my god..." I gasped as my and covered my mouth.
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