“Her own. Air. She couldn’t get enough air. She opened her eyes to a green canvas tent ceiling supported by slender steel bars. Confusion muddled her mind. The last thing she remembered was Rias and another marine carrying her down the mountain on a litter. Now she lay on a cot, blankets pulled to her chin. Somewhere behind her head, a lantern provided illumination that failed to reach the shadowy corners. They must have reached the base camp, but if the sawbones had applied some antidote, she c...ould not feel it. Her breath rattled in her ears, and she could not pull in enough air to satisfy her lungs. She tried to wriggle her toes. If they moved she could not tell. Still alive, she thought, but still poisoned. And alone. Rows of empty cots stretched into the darkness. Where was Rias? Why hadn’t he stayed with her? And what about the sawbones? “Akahe, please don’t let me die alone,” she mouthed. She blinked away tears, but it was hard to keep the wheezing breaths from turning into sobs.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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