Theclosertheygot,thesharperthestingingsmellofmedicalcoholbecame.Whenshereachedtheiionroomdoor,herfeetstoppedontheirown.
Hergazeslippedpastthehalf-opendoor—andshesawit:themetaltraycoveredwithagreensteriledrape,theIVstandhanginghighabove,andinthenurse’shands,theyellowtourmeanttobindanarm…alongwiththeIVcatheterneedle,fshingwithaetallicgleam.
Bzz—
InCra’smind,thenervecalled“reason”shaclicktheinstaheneedle.
Midterms,collegepressure,thatheavymetalperformawomonthsfromnow—everythingwasflungstraightoutofherheadinthefaceofabsolutefear.
InthesedbeforeElianwasabouttoleadherinside,Cra’sowerlessbodysomehoweruptedwithashogburstth.Sheyankedhard—rippingherselffreefromElian’slightlysuppgrip.
Elianfrozeforabeat.Beforehecouldevenprocesswhathadhappehegirlwho’dneededawalljusttowalksuddenlyspunaroundlikeastartledrabbitandsprintedfortheic’sfrontdoorwithoutlookingback.
“LinChu-Qing（初晴）!”
Elian’seyesflewwideasheshoutedhername.
ButCracouldn’thearhim.Herfigure—shirtanddenimshorts—streakeddownthehallwayinablur,shotpastthewaitingarea,andsmmedthroughtheheavygssdoor.
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