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A heavy thud.
Dogwood felt himself fish hooked back into consciousness. Jerked out of a strange reverie. Something about his childhood. Something his mother had said to him.
‘What you did to that boy…’
The sterile, yellow light of his room gave him a jaundiced look. It made all the padding on the walls look piss stained.
Maybe they were. Had he pissed on them? Probably not. His bladder felt like an overfilled water balloon.