The idea, the concept, the very reality of plasticity, no not spasticity this time.. swap the s for an l.. and well, never mind.
All black, an open void and echos from the other side of the galaxy.
“You’ve been in an accident.”
I shook my head no.
“You’ve been in an accident.”
I shook my head violently side to side.
Murmurs and beeps, whispers, clicks.. saline.
Come back.
Faces floating, letter squares on a printed page, questions under a cool liquid high.
Tap, tapping my head.
“You’re going to be okay.”
I nodded and fingered my first word.
Plastic.
I should be resting.
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