“-says you can still hear me. He thinks it just manifests in whatever dream you’re having.”
She squeezes your hand. A door creaks open somewhere.
“I’ll be back,” she whispers as her touch slips away.
Footsteps approach.
“I swear I heard that woman in here.”
“Hold up, I think the subject’s almost lucid.” The sound of latex snapping around a hand cuts across the steady beeping of the monitor. A pinprick on your arm nudges you nearly awake before the cloud settles over you again. “That ought to put ‘em back under for at least another—“
She squeezes your hand. A door creaks open somewhere.
“I’ll be back,” she whispers as her touch slips away.
Footsteps approach.
“I swear I heard that woman in here.”
“Hold up, I think the subject’s almost lucid.” The sound of latex snapping around a hand cuts across the steady beeping of the monitor. A pinprick on your arm nudges you nearly awake before the cloud settles over you again. “That ought to put ‘em back under for at least another—“
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