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Thomas Jefferson University Hospital
Emergency Room Admission Report

Date of Admission: Friday, February 9th, 2024
Time of Admission: 8:12 PM

Patient Information:

  • Name: Jane Doe (Unidentified)
  • Age: 14 years (approximated)
  • Gender: Female

Chief Complaint:
Unconscious female, approximately 14 years old, with multiple traumatic injuries, suspected superpowered individual with regeneration factor. Possible radiation exposure.

History of Present Illness:
Patient was brought in by two individuals who refused to give patient’s name. Reported to be caught in a recent shootout between local gangs and the NSRA near Reading Terminal Market. Witnesses indicated a pre-existing regeneration factor and recommended testing for radiation exposure. No further history available.

Initial Assessment:

  • Vital Signs: Heart rate elevated, blood pressure low, respiratory rate shallow, temperature normal.
  • Physical Examination: Gunshot wound observed in the abdominal area with full penetration, severe burns on hands, face, and neck, multiple lacerations and bruises, signs of multiple broken bones.
  • Neurological Status: Unconscious, no response to verbal stimuli, pupils reactive to light.
  • Mouth Examination: Presence of numerous sharp, pointed teeth, indicative of superhuman abilities.
  • Radiation Exposure Assessment: Radiation detector readings indicated elevated levels, confirming suspected radiation exposure.

Immediate Interventions:

  • Initiated IV fluids and administered anti-radiation medication (Prussian Blue and Potassium Iodide).
  • Applied emergency wound dressings to gunshot wound and burn areas.
  • Administered broad-spectrum antibiotics and pain management medication.
  • Prepared for immediate radiological assessment and CT scan.
  • Notified on-call trauma surgeon and radiologist for urgent consultation.
  • Placed on cardiac monitor and administered supplemental oxygen.

Diagnostic Tests Ordered:

  • Full-body X-rays and CT scan.
  • Complete blood count (CBC), Comprehensive Metabolic Panel (CMP).
  • Radiation dosimetry test.
  • Coagulation profile.

Preliminary Diagnosis:

  • Acute radiation sickness (ARS).
  • Gunshot wound to the abdomen (non-fatal trajectory).
  • Second to third-degree burns on exposed skin areas.
  • Multiple non-displaced fractures.
  • Suspected superhuman regeneration ability.

Plan and Recommendations:

  • Immediate surgery required for gunshot wound exploration and possible internal repair.
  • Transfer to Intensive Care Unit (ICU) post-surgery for close monitoring.
  • Continuous monitoring for signs of ARS progression.
  • Consultation with radiation sickness specialist.
  • Further evaluation of regeneration ability by a superhuman physiology expert.

Attending ER Physician:
Dr. Emily Chen, MD
ER Physician ID: EC-47291

Notes on Unusual Presentation:

  • Rapid healing observed in some superficial lacerations upon admission.
  • Atypical dental structure (shark-like teeth) suggesting superhuman status.
  • Admitted under Jane Doe due to lack of identification and guardianship information.
  • Friends who brought in the patient did not provide their names and left promptly after ensuring patient’s admission.

Thomas Jefferson University Hospital
Radiation Exposure Report

Patient: Jane Doe
Date: February 9th, 2024
Time: 8:34 PM

Clinical Summary:
Patient admitted with severe radiation exposure and multiple traumatic injuries. Patient is unconscious with occasional vocalizations.

Radiation Exposure Assessment:

  • Estimated Exposure: >10 Grays (Gy). This level of exposure is indicative of acute radiation syndrome (ARS) with a high probability of mortality without aggressive treatment.
  • Source of Exposure: Unknown high-radiation source near Reading Terminal Market.
    • Comment: Where did the patient encounter such high radiation levels? Possibly industrial or accidental exposure. Her chance of survival is extremely slim, even with a regeneration factor.

Clinical Observations and Complications:

  1. Skin: Patient exhibits accelerated skin shedding and regrowth, indicative of severe radiation burns. This rapid turnover is complicating wound care and topical treatment.
    • Comment: Skin regeneration is unusually fast, complicating decontamination and treatment. Layers of shed skin accumulating in bandages. Estimated 3 grams of skin flakes already accumulated – how is her body keeping up?
  2. Bone Spur-Like Growths: Small, bone-like projections observed, possibly related to accelerated regeneration factor in response to radiation damage.
    • Comment: Growth patterns are atypical and require further investigation.
  3. Hematological Effects: CBC indicates leukopenia and thrombocytopenia, consistent with ARS.
    • Comment: Blood counts are being monitored closely for further decline.
  4. Neurological Status: Patient remains unconscious; neurological responses to stimuli are limited. EEG monitoring recommended.
    • Comment: Concern for potential neurological or nervous damage due to high radiation exposure.
  5. Gastrointestinal Symptoms: Patient has shown signs of severe nausea and vomiting prior to admission.
    • Comment: Gastrointestinal ARS likely; monitoring for further symptoms such as diarrhea and abdominal pain.

Initial Treatment and Management:

  1. Decontamination: Completed upon admission. All clothing removed and patient washed to reduce external contamination.
  2. Supportive Care: IV fluids initiated for hydration and electrolyte balance. Antiemetics administered for nausea.
  3. Radiation-Specific Treatment:
    • Potassium Iodide administered for thyroid protection.
    • Prussian Blue given for internal decontamination (to bind cesium and thallium).
  4. Pain Management: Analgesics administered for pain control.
  5. Hematopoietic Support: Administration of granulocyte colony-stimulating factor (G-CSF) to stimulate white blood cell production. Transfusion support prepared for anticipated anemia and thrombocytopenia.

Plan:

  • Continuous monitoring in ICU setting.
  • Hematological support as needed based on blood counts.
  • Regular skin assessment and care to manage rapid shedding.
  • Neurological monitoring and EEG.
  • Preparing for surgical intervention for concurrent traumatic injuries post-stabilization.

Attending Physician: Dr. Laura Kim, MD, Radiation Oncology
Radiologist: Dr. Aaron Patel, MD

When I dream, it’s usually not a pleasant place. There’s a lot of things in here that I don’t tell my counselor at school about because I don’t really want her to worry. I know there’s, like, a mandate, that they have to tell someone if I have thoughts of suicide or hurting myself or others. And I really don’t want to cause anyone trouble like that.

I don’t want to hurt myself. I don’t want to hurt others. I don’t enjoy experiencing or giving pain, but a part of me recognizes that everything before now has felt not real. Like the pain I collect and inflict is the only thing anchoring me here. Like I’ve been asleep my whole life and it’s only once I began to encounter violence, real violence, the kind that makes your skin curl and scares your mom, that I began to wake up.

I dream about my home a lot. My bedroom. Battlefields that Pop-Pop Moe told me about, his dad, my great grandfather, fighting in World War II. They didn’t have superheroes or supervillains back then. I mean, they did. They did have Superman and then they had Spider-Man and all the rest but they weren’t real. Not like I am.

My arms hurt. Am I asleep right now? I try to make a noise with my throat and nothing comes out.

Surgical Report: Jane Doe

Date of Surgery: February 9th, 2024
Time of Surgery Commencement: 10:00 PM
Time of Surgery Conclusion: 6:00 AM (February 10th, 2024)

Note: Times are approximate.

Surgical Team:

  • Chief Surgeon: Dr. Rebecca Stein, MD, Trauma Surgery
  • Assistant Surgeon: Dr. Marcus Young, MD, Orthopedic Surgery
  • Radiologist: Dr. Aaron Patel, MD
  • Anesthesiologist: Dr. Emily Larson, MD
  • Nursing Team Lead: Sarah Thompson, RN
  • Surgical Residents: Dr. Lisa Nguyen, Dr. Omar Rivera

Timeline and Procedures:

10:00 PM – 11:30 PM: Exploratory Surgery and Gunshot Wound Treatment

  • Initial exploratory laparotomy performed to assess and repair internal damage from the gunshot wound.
  • Removal of bullet fragments and damaged tissue, suturing of internal lacerations.
  • Continuous monitoring of vital signs and adaptation of anesthesia due to unusual physiology.

11:30 PM – 1:00 AM: Internal Microwave Injury Treatment

  • Application of localized cooling techniques to affected internal areas.
  • Minimally invasive procedures to assess and manage damage to fat deposits, muscle, and internal organs.
  • Comment: Microwave injuries present as deep tissue burns, complicating internal assessment. Damage to fat and muscle is severe.

1:00 AM – 2:30 AM: Management of Bone Spurs and Unusual Regenerative Response

  • Careful surgical removal of accessible and problematic bone spurs, particularly those impeding organ function or wound closure.
  • Application of hemostatic agents to manage bleeding from spur removal sites.

2:30 AM – 4:00 AM: Fracture Management and External Burns

  • Reduction and immobilization of fractured ankle and other small fractures.
  • Application of advanced dressings to manage rapid skin shedding and radiation burns.
  • Comment: Extremely high rate of skin regeneration and shedding, leading to accumulation beneath splints.

4:00 AM – 6:00 AM: Final Assessment and Wound Closure

  • Thorough internal and external assessment for any remaining critical issues.
  • Closure of all surgical incisions, ensuring no compression on rapidly regenerating areas.
  • Application of non-adhesive, breathable dressings where appropriate.
  • Preparation for transfer to ICU for post-operative monitoring.

Post-Surgical Plan:

  • Continuous monitoring in ICU.
  • Regular reassessment of wound healing and management of skin shedding.
  • Ongoing pain management and nutritional support.
  • Hematological support and monitoring for radiation sickness progression.

Summary: The surgery was complex and extended due to the patient’s unique regenerative abilities and the severity of her injuries. The team successfully managed the gunshot wound, internal burns, bone spurs, and fractures. The patient’s rapid skin regeneration posed a significant challenge, particularly in managing wound care and immobilization of fractures. Post-operative care will require close monitoring and adaptation to her superhuman physiology.

Signed:
Dr. Rebecca Stein, MD
Chief Surgeon

Mama?

Papa?

Pop-Pop?

Where are you?

It’s warm and itchy here. I don’t like it. Can someone turn the fan on?

Date: February 12th, 2024, 8:22 PM
From: Dr. Rebecca Stein, Chief Surgeon
To: [Recipient List: Medical Staff]
Subject: Update on Jane Doe (Sam Small) Case

Dear Team,

I wanted to provide an update on our Jane Doe case. As you’re aware, Jane has been in a coma since her admission on February 9th due to severe radiation exposure and multiple injuries, including a gunshot wound and internal burns.

Earlier today, two individuals identifying themselves as Benjamin and Rachel Small arrived, providing identification and proof of guardianship for ‘Jane Doe’, indicating her to be their daughter, Samantha Small. The Smalls are, as you might expect, distraught but cooperative. They have been briefed on Samantha’s condition and the complexities of her care.

Despite the extreme severity of her condition, we’ve observed a remarkable rate of healing, consistent with her reported superhuman regeneration abilities. However, we’re closely monitoring for any complications arising from the rapid regeneration and the high levels of radiation she was exposed to. For those unaware, Samantha was exposed to approximately 10 Grays of radiation during the Reading Terminal Market shootings through an unknown source – 8 Grays represents a sufficient dosage of radiation to result in lethal outcomes for more than 99% of full grown adults.

Her continued survival is remarkable, and the Smalls have agreed to allow us to share details of her case as a study regarding the interactions between superhumans with regeneration factors and acute radiation syndrome, so long as PII is appropriately scrubbed. Please do your best to ensure that the Smalls, especially Samantha, are as comfortable here during their stay as possible.

We appreciate your continued dedication to Samantha’s care during this challenging time.

Best,
Dr. Rebecca Stein

Date: February 16th, 2024, 8:15 AM
From: Nurse James Wilkins
To: Dr. Laura Kim, Radiation Oncologist
Subject: Concerns about Sam Small’s Recovery

Dr. Kim,

I’m starting to get really worried about Sam Small. Her recovery rate is incredible, but those radiation levels were lethal. Do you think she’ll pull through this completely? I’ve never seen someone exposed to that much radiation, and her gastrointestinal symptoms seem to be worsening.

Also, her parents seem so stressed. I feel for them. A chunk of her hair fell out, and the mom just started crying :(. Let me know if there’s anything extra we can do for them.

Best,
James

Date: February 20th, 2024, 4:15 PM
From: Sarah Thompson, RN, Nursing Team Lead
To: [Recipient List: Nursing Team]
Subject: Ongoing Care for Sam Small

Hi Everyone,

As we approach the two-week mark of Sam Small’s hospitalization, I wanted to commend all of you for the exceptional care you’ve been providing. Samantha’s condition remains stable, and her wounds, including the gunshot injury, have shown significant healing.

Please be reminded to regularly check and manage the rapid skin shedding, which has been a unique challenge in this case. Approximately five pounds of skin have already been shed and we fully expect her to continue shedding in the same quantities as her recovery continues.

Keep up the great work!

Sarah Thompson, RN

Date: February 23rd, 2024, 2:00 PM
From: Human Resources
To: [Recipient List: ICU Team], [Recipient List: Nursing Team]
Subject: Breaking: Chernobyl Turns Himself In

Attention Staff,

We wish to address a recent development that has generated significant buzz within our medical community and beyond. As many of you might already be aware from the news, Illya Federov, better known by his alias ‘Chernobyl’, has voluntarily turned himself in to law enforcement authorities earlier today.

This event has led to speculation among our staff about a possible connection between Federov’s surrender and one of our current patients, Samantha Small. While we understand that this is a matter of great interest, we must emphasize the importance of maintaining professional decorum and adherence to our confidentiality protocols.

It has come to our attention that media outlets are already seeking information about Ms. Small’s case, likely fueled by the aforementioned speculations. We urge all staff to exercise the utmost discretion and refrain from engaging in any discussions with the press. All media inquiries should be immediately directed to our Public Relations department. It is imperative that we continue to uphold our commitment to patient privacy and confidentiality.

In addition, we have noted that journalists have begun inquiring around the hospital premises. Please be vigilant and ensure that Ms. Small’s family members, specifically Benjamin, Rachel, and Morris Small, are not disturbed or approached by members of the press. Their privacy and comfort during this challenging time remain a top priority.

We appreciate your cooperation and dedication to upholding the highest standards of patient care and confidentiality. If you have any concerns or are approached by any external parties seeking information regarding Ms. Small’s case, we urge you to contact our department immediately for guidance.

We thank you for your continued professionalism and dedication to the principles of patient care and privacy.

Best regards,

Human Resources Department
Thomas Jefferson University Hospital

Date: February 23rd, 2024, 4:45 PM
From: Dr. Emily Larson, Anesthesiology
To: Sarah Thompson, RN
Subject: RE: Sam Small – Truly Remarkable

What the fuck?

She’s fourteen. There’s no way. There’s just no way.

I can’t even fathom if that was my daughter. Those poor parents…

Date: February 23rd, 2024, 6:15 PM
From: Sarah Thompson, RN, Nursing Team Lead
To: [Recipient List: ICU Team], [Recipient List: Nursing Team], [Recipient List: Small Case]
Subject: Sam Small Has Awoken

Team,

I’m pleased to inform you that Sam Small has woken up from her coma earlier this evening. She requested water and to turn the thermostat down – cooling blankets and ice packs were provided.

This is a significant milestone in her recovery, and a testament to the care and effort each of you has put in over these past two weeks. Let’s continue to support Sam through her recovery process.

Thank you for your incredible work.

Sarah Thompson, RN

I’m opening my eyes, or at least I think I am. It’s hard to tell. Everything’s blurry, like I’m underwater, but without the water. There’s shapes, fuzzy and indistinct, hovering over me. They’re talking, but it’s like they’re far away, their voices muffled and indistinct. I can’t make out the words. It’s just noise.

My mouth feels dry, like it’s stuffed with cotton balls. I try to speak, to ask where I am, but it comes out as a croak, barely audible. I can’t remember… I can’t remember how to form words. It’s like they’re there, on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t quite grasp them.

There’s a hand on mine, warm and comforting. I focus on that, try to cling to the sensation. It’s real, tangible, unlike the swirling confusion in my head. I try to turn my head, to see who it is, but my neck feels like it’s made of lead. It won’t move.

Someone’s saying my name. “Sam. Sam.” I know that name. That’s me. I’m Sam. But who’s calling me? Why can’t I see them?

The shapes start to come into focus, slowly. Three people. Mom, Dad, and Pop-Pop. Their faces are a mix of worry and relief. I want to reassure them, tell them I’m okay, but the words still won’t come.

There’s a beep, steady and rhythmic. A machine of some sort. I’m in a hospital. Why am I here? What happened? There are flashes in my mind, disjointed, like puzzle pieces that don’t fit together. A bright light, a searing pain, a feeling of being torn apart and stitched back together. It’s all a jumble.

I try to lift my hand, but it’s so heavy. It barely moves. The effort leaves me exhausted, and I can feel myself slipping away again, back into the darkness. But I fight it, cling to consciousness. I need to understand.

“Water,” I finally manage to croak out. My throat is a desert. Someone moves, and then a straw is at my lips. I sip, the cool liquid a balm to my parched throat. It helps, a little.

I want to ask questions, so many questions, but they’re tangled in my brain. I can’t untie the knots. It’s frustrating, terrifying. I’m trapped in my own mind, unable to communicate.

Mom’s crying. I can hear her, even if I can’t see her clearly. I want to comfort her, but how? I can’t even comfort myself. Dad’s saying something, but the words are lost on me. They’re just sounds, no meaning. And Pop-Pop Moe, he’s just standing there, a silent sentinel. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look this worried in my life. It’s weird. What is he worried about?

There’s a nurse in the room, I think. More shapes, moving around, doing things I can’t comprehend. I’m just lying here, helpless, a spectator in my own body.

And then, something strange happens. A thought floats up from the depths of my mind, clear and bright. Chernobyl. The name echoes in my skull. Why does that name stand out? Who is Chernobyl? That’s not a person. That’s a city. There’s a connection, I know it, but it’s just out of reach.

My body feels wrong, like it’s not really mine. It’s too heavy, too numb. I can’t feel my legs. Is that normal? I don’t know. “Too hot,” I manage to squeak, hiss, like a balloon running out of air. “Fan,” I ask. I need a fan. I’m overheating. This blanket is too warm.

I writhe around. I’m a caterpillar. In my cocoon. And my insides are soup. When caterpillars go to sleep they turn into jeans. Um. Jeans. Genes. Genetic soup. They turn into genetic soup. And then they turn into a butterfly. Or they die. Am I dying?

My throat hurts. There’s too many teeth in me. I know that. I want this blanket off of me. It’s too warm and I’m melting. They fix the blanket and that’s better. I shut my eyes again. It’s easier this way.

I go away.

I’m half here, half somewhere else. Voices. They’re arguing. Words float through, some snagging in my brain.

Dad’s voice, sharp, tinged with something like anger. “She’s just a kid, Moe! She shouldn’t be dealing with… with people like that!”

Moe, calmer, but firm. “Ben, she did something important. You have to see that. She’s not just any kid.”

That’s right. I’m not a kid. I’m a caterpillar. With a kid’s head.

Mom’s voice, softer, worried. “But at what cost, Moe? She’s here, in this hospital bed. What if… what if she doesn’t come back to us the same?”

Jordan’s there too, quiet. They speak up, hesitant. “Mr. and Mrs. Small, Sam saved my life. And not just mine. She’s more a hero than anyone else I’ve met. Even the adults.”

Dad’s not having it. “I don’t want her to be a hero, Jordan! I want her to be safe. To have a normal life,” he says, and I try to say something. I try to even croak, to let it be known that I’m here, but nothing comes out. “You know? Marry some boy or some girl she likes. Graduate college. Get a job that pays enough. Get old. Retire. Have a kid if she wants. You know? I’ve… I’m… I’ve already done this song and dance, man.”

Thump, thump. Hand on cloth.

Moe’s trying to reason. “Ben, Rachel, she’s already more than that. She’s shown it. I don’t think you can stop her even if you wanted to. Remember when I tried to get you to stop sneaking out? What happened then, my darling?”

Dad’s sighing. “I just got sneakier,”

“You just got sneakier, that’s right, boychik,” he replies. A boychik. Boy… Chick… Those words don’t go together in that order. But they do in another language. Which language is that? Yiddish? It must be.

Mom cuts in, her voice trembling. “She might be manic, Moe. Making these decisions while… while not in her right mind. We can’t just ignore that.”

“Sam has bipolar?” Jordan asks. I do? I don’t think I do. Nobody told me.

Mom sighing. “No, but I do, Jordan. When I was Sam’s age I… also used to do a lot of risky things. I just didn’t have superpowers,” she’s laughing but it doesn’t sound like a real laugh. “And maybe not as strong of a moral compass. Ben and I were always concerned she might’ve, you know… Might’ve inherited it. Can you do that?”

“What do I look like, a psychiatrist?” Pop-Pop Moe jokes. Is he trying to lighten the mood? He’s not a psychiatrist. He’s an engineer. Or an architect? He made dams. Dammed. Dammed.

I want to say something. To tell them I’m okay. But the words are just out of reach, dancing away every time I try to grab them.

Dad sounds frustrated, tired. “She got these ideas in her head, and now look where we are. I just… I want my daughter back. I want to worry about her grades, not her fighting a Ukranian terrorist who’s also a walking nuclear meltdown,” he says, his voice dropping down quietly. I fought a terrorist? When did that happen? “I should worry about… activated charcoal and pregnancy scares, not her… You know. Not this. Not this.”

Jordan’s voice, a whisper almost. “She is your daughter. And she’s incredible.”

I’m incredible? A hand is on my wrist. Too warm. Too warm. I’m pulling away.

The conversation keeps going, but it’s fading, like I’m sinking back into the bed, the words just echoes in my head. I’m drifting again, the voices becoming distant, muffled. They’re worried, they’re arguing, but I’m just… tired. So tired.

When I go away, I’m seeing things again. There’s a place I go in my dreams and it’s quieter than this. So I want to go there instead. It’s covered in flowers. Big red flowers that spread out, and when I brush them they spray their pollen and it’s pink and grey. Kaboom. Like a bee.

When I go to sleep, Diane’s there. She’s never saying anything I can recognize. She speaks in the voice of everyone else. It’s all garbled like a half-tuned radio station. I ask her every time if I did the right thing. She never answers.

She picks a flower. And then I wake up to someone changing the bandages on my skin. Or someone replacing my blanket.

I open my eyes again, as much as I can. It’s dark now. Someone else is here. It’s not Jordan. J name. Jamila? Jamila. She’s holding my hand to her face. Crying. Crying. Apologizing. For what? Where did my parents go?

Right there. They’re the other direction. They are. I hear something. “Sam tells us a lot about you,” they say. I do? I do. I do talk about Jamila a lot. How I don’t feel like I’m good enough for her. I’m a weird lesbian. With gross pointy teeth. And she’s so elegant and… Goth. What did her dad call me that one time? She’s so pretty. I bring my hand up and touch her face. She gasps.

I blink, and she’s gone. The gang. The gang! The group! Not the gang the bad way. Kate. Not looking at me. Talking at my parents. Not with them. At them. Kate’s dad. Marcus is here. Jenna is here. Tasha is here. Lilly is here. Hey, isn’t it funny that I know two Lilies? That’s weird. But one of them is Hispanic and the other one is Chinese. That’s two different ethnicities. Very hard to mix the two of them up.

People drift by. I’m never asleep anymore, not really. I don’t sleep, I just return to the flower-place, where Diane is silent and talks to me in everyone else’s voice. When I leave the flower-place, time has passed. And then after a couple of minutes, I return there.

Puppeteer was here. For a second. Bulwark was here. There’s people I recognize. People I don’t. Lily was here. For a second. I miss sleeping in her bed. I wish she was more my type. Spinelli! I jostle in my bed when I see him. He looks at a loss for words. He tries smiling. That’s okay. I’m not good at speaking right now too. More people I don’t recognize. Some of them are in suits. Some of them aren’t.

Do I not recognize them because I don’t know them or because I have brain damage?

I roll over in my new blanket. They keep taking my bandages off. I heard someone say ten pounds of skin but I think they’re talking about some other patient. I don’t think a person has that much skin. Isn’t it mostly fat and muscle? They keep putting my bandages back on and then they start itching. Not a fan.

Where did my hair go?

“Morning, sunshine. How are you feeling?” Pop-Pop Moe asks, holding my hand. My entire hand hurts, and my fingernails aren’t even done growing back yet, so it looks especially fucked up. I feel like I lost almost all of my muscle. Weak. Fragile. Like a twig. I don’t even know what day it is. My eyes creak open, crusted over by time and tearstuff.

My mouth is so dry. When I speak, I sound like a frog. “Depends,” I squeak. “Did I get to ‘im?”

Pop-Pop looks at me contemplatively, and then adjusts his glasses with his free hand. “What, that guy? Yeah. Yeah. I think you got to him.”

I don’t even know if he knows what I’m talking about or if he’s just agreeing with me. But it feels good. So I say that. “Then I feel like… A million bucks,” I wheeze. I swallow hard and thick. Feels like sludge. Feels not good. Feels like negative a million bucks.

But that’s okay. I got ‘im.

Pop-Pop Moe squeezes my hand, and for the first time in what feels like months, I go to sleep.

End of Arc 4: Exorcism

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