Groooooggggg...
Awake again. Sweet taste in my mouth. Hand doesn't move like it used to. Finger touches lower lip and...something sticky...
Blood?
My blood?
Finger passes past my face. Eyes sort of hang there, unresponsive. It looks all yellow and deformed. It's brought to my tongue, but not by me...or is it me...? So confused...
Wendy... Oh Wendy, how I miss you...
Maybe some...TV will...
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