Changeling
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The tarp at the top of the tent was kind of yellow. It was kind of old. Those tents were solid though. Or were they? She couldn’t really remember.
“Retractors.”
Nestra lifted her hand. It was kind of bloody, or rather, there was a layer of blood covering an entire side. It looked thin. Was she bleeding? Her arm didn’t hurt. Only her head.
“I think I’m bleeding.”
“That you are,” a male voice said.
“Shouldn’t she be asleep?” a female one replied.
“I’m not an anesthetist so this is safer. Cranial trauma. Calculating angles. Keep your eyes on the camera, Weiwei!”
“There’s nothing out there, Derek. If they were coming after us…”
“Eyes on the camera.”
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