“Wanda… I know you love Jamie, but I really don't...
“Wanda… I know you love Jamie, but I really don't think you could use itYou're not a
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“Not for them, JaredThat's enough!”
“I need one like Jamie'sI don't know enough about HealingI have to see exactly what to doI
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He inhaled sharply
I took the ugly knifeIt had a heavy handle and was very sharp; it came to a tapered point at the
tip
I didn't let myself think about itI didn't want to give myself a chance to be a cowardThe arm,
not the leg–that's all I paused to decideMy knees were scarredI didn't want to have to hide
that, too
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closed my eyes
Jared was breathing too hardI had to be fast or he would stop me
Just pretend it's a shovel opening the ground,I told myself
I jammed the knife into my arm
The headrest muffled my scream, but it was still too loudThe knife fell from my hand–jerking
sickeningly out from the muscle–and then clunked against the floor
“Wanda!” Jared rasped
I couldn't answer yetI tried to choke back the other screams I felt comingI'd been right not to
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“Let me see!”
“Stay there,” I gasped
I heard the blanket rustling behind me despite my warningI pulled my left arm against my body
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doorIt wasn't a restraint
“I'll be right back,” I coughed out, and then I kicked the door shut behind me
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togetherHot liquid rolled down my fingers and dripped to the pavementI wondered if I could
move those fingers
The woman behind the reception desk–middle-aged, with dark chocolate skin and a few silver
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