33: in which people get hurt
“Sam! Are you all right?”
Michelle was pounding on the door of apartment 118C. She heard movement behind the door. She knocked louder.
“Come on, Sam! It’s Michelle. It’s me!”
Slowly, the door opened.
Sam looked tired, sick. Her white skin was almost translucent, and Michelle could see faint snaking rivers of blue veins in her forehead.
“Hey, sorry,” Sam [...]

