Silver Linings

How do we get you out of that jar? Nathan asked as he placed his palm flat on the glass. The tired man counted the many tubes and wires that embedded themselves into the General’s flesh. A few looked fatal if hastily removed.

Simon smiled. At least I am lucid, he soothed.

Thank you, Rico, Nathan reverently agreed.

The taller man flexed his hands. He sent an image of a silver line that burrowed deep under his right shoulder-blade. Pull that out and I can do the rest. But it will take me twenty minutes to burn through the sedatives.


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About azhwi

An editing student, graduated Feb 2012. An avid fan of video games, fanfiction, anime, writing, and the serial comma.
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