Sessions end just before 1700. Exhaustion envelops me. All I want to do is find a semi-horizontal surface on which to lie, but we have an appointment. We might as well get this over with sooner than later. I want to figure out how to plan the next nine months until someone can take this thing out of me and put it somewhere else for a while.
I put my hand over my abdomen and experiment with light touches.
Dean catches me and beams.
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Science Fiction[Book 1 of the ARC10 Trilogy] **Winner of the 2017 Watty Storysmith award** The President created an underground safe-haven for the survivors of the alien invasion. He built it to save them all from total annihilation. He protects them, feeds them...
