"First time?" I asked, checking his vitals. He nodded, his eyes darting away from mine like scared birds. "Now I'm here, embarrassed, not even sure why I'm alive," he said. "You're tougher than you feel," I said, my voice softening like gauze against a wound. "Everything will be okay. We need to monitor you until the drug levels in your system are no longer harmful. I'll check in later—for now, rest." His sharp features caught the ER's fluorescent lights, casting shadows that

The attic blazed like a kiln, its air scorching my nostrils until I felt nothing. My water jug sat empty, its last drops drunk under the previous night's moon. My phone was dead; its cables had been chewed to frayed stubs by rats. A new one waited beyond this rotting sanctuary, but so did the world—hunting me, whispering my name like a conscription roll. Why this attic? Of all the city's hiding places, I'd chosen the worst. Rats unnerved me, and here they swarmed, drawn perha

"Olya, my love," I whispered, clutching the phone in my left hand. The ward's fluorescent lights flickered on, humming like distant shells. Silence was heavy and ash-like. "Sasha, stay strong," she said, her voice distant like a winter breeze. "But I can't pretend anymore. Our love is gone. I'm better off here. I've found someone who loves me." The phone slipped from her hand, crashing to the floor. A blade, merciless, plunged into my chest, slicing between two ribs and catch