Today I present a snippit from my work in progress, Clone, where Olivia wakes up with a new heart.
My heart
thumped against my ribs. I rested my hand over my breast bone, to steady the
beat. Stronger than it had ever been. No!
I eyed the door where a digital board hung. My medical history—everything I’d been
through. I flailed in my bed, ripping the monitors off, kicking the sheets and
blankets to a tangle at my feet. Rolling off the side, I fell to the floor, the
blankets still wrapped around my legs, sharp pains shot up my tailbone. Fire in
my chest. I cried out and clutched my breasts and curled into a ball.
“You
should stay in bed.”
I lifted
my chin and looked her in the eyes. Panic, my nerves felt attached to high
voltage. I whimpered, flipped to my belly and crawled. I had to know. The chart
on the door. I needed to see what was on the digital board hanging there. I
pulled myself along like an infant, pain rocking my body with each movement. I
came to my target, collapsed and began to cry so hard I could barely breath.
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This is great, really want to read more!
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