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chapter eight, bone marrow
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Blurriness is her constant view as she lays flat, not moving. Eyelids heavy and drooping, Talulla drops in and out of consciousness. Loud sounds of metal against metal and drilling pound against her eardrums. Her breaths are shallow as she blinks again and again, clear vision slowly peaking through as times passes.
The dark blur that she once saw fades and begins to materialize into a dingy and dark room. Her head lolls to the side as she attempts to take into account all of her surroundings. From where she sits, Talulla can see a small staircase and wall that has one large, sectioned window. Though these items give her no idea to where she is, there's a feeling of uneasiness that lies within her.
Her body jolts as a sudden clanking sounds from just behind where her head lies. And although she's curious, Talulla can't find the energy within her to lift her head back to see where it came from. A covered hand is lifted above her head and set down on her shoulder, "Her condition is promising."
Talulla squints her eyes, confused at both the thick, brown-gloved hand on her shoulder and at what the stranger means by her "condition."
Two figures come into view as they step further down the seat. They're tall and covered in head to toe thick, brown, leather looking outfits. Talulla stares upwards at the figures, breathlessly questioning, "Who the hell are you?"
