“Roni, can you hear me?” The distant voice seeps through the dark fog inside my head.
“Yes, I can hear you,” my brain responds, but I can’t move my lips. My mouth is so dry it’s sealed shut. Every bone screams in agony as if they’re being crushed. Clothes touching my skin are unbearable. A headache pounds behind my eyes. I can’t open them. When I try, th…
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