Fiction Lavi J. Yves Fiction Lavi J. Yves

Rehabilitated

“Does it hurt?” I ask.

“You mean the procedure or what happens afterwards?” Dr. Hughes tightens the straps around my wrists and my chest, so I guess that’s a “Yes”. For whatever reason, his name tag is handwritten, and the first few letters have taken up most of the place. “Dr. Hug” isn’t exactly a forward thinker.

“Nevermind.” I would’ve shrugged if I could.

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