![]() She sets aside the cloth and looks deeply into my eyes. ![]() It’s maddening, how motherly she is, and the soothing coolness of the cloth, a pleasant torture. She gives me a few minutes to process this while she wipes the tears from my face with a cool, moist cloth. “We were attacked from the inside, by infected personnel who’d been embedded in the military.” “That’s my next question,” I say, fighting to stay focused.
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