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'
Right
on
,
’
the
Flatline
said
.
'
Right
,
’
Case
said
,
and
flipped
.
'
-
like
that
.
I
’
m
sorry
,
’
3Jane
was
saying
,
as
she
bandaged
Molly
’
s
head
.
'
Our
unit
says
no
concussion
,
no
permanent
damage
to
the
eye
.
You
didn
’
t
know
him
very
well
,
before
you
came
here
?
’
'
Didn
’
t
know
him
at
all
,
’
Molly
said
bleakly
.
She
was
on
her
back
on
a
high
bed
or
padded
table
.
Case
couldn
’
t
feel
the
injured
leg
.
The
synaesthetic
effect
of
the
original
injection
seemed
to
have
worn
off
.
The
,
black
ball
was
gone
,
but
her
hands
were
immobilized
by
soft
straps
she
couldn
’
t
see
.
'
He
wants
to
kill
you
.
’
'
Figures
,
’
Molly
said
,
staring
up
at
the
rough
ceiling
past
a
very
bright
light
.
'
I
don
’
t
think
I
want
him
to
,
’
3Jane
said
,
and
Molly
painfully
turned
her
head
to
look
up
into
the
dark
eyes
.
'
Don
’
t
play
with
me
,
’
she
said
.
'
But
I
think
I
might
like
to
,
’
3Jane
said
,
and
bent
to
kiss
her
forehead
,
brushing
the
hair
back
with
a
warm
hand
.
There
were
smears
of
blood
on
her
pale
djellaba
.
