Lifting my hands, I gaze at the palms, a feeling of slow suffocation lodges at the base of my throat, just above my collarbones. I’m clean. There’s no blood. No thick, choking red. I turn my hand around, then bend down to look at my jumpsuit. There’s no trace of it, that horrible… horrible redness, soaking me.
See at this point I would just end my own life, cuz wtf?
