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seem to have much effect on the poor soul below her.
    I jumped from the counter to get a closer look at the action. Dizzy returned and brushed past, not noticing me as he did. Blood and gore does that to a person , I thought. I would probably be reacting the same way given the circumstances.
    Standing behind the group, I peeked over Violet’s tied-back brown hair to get a better view of the man who had tried to kill me. Her head moved with mine, continuing to block my view.
    I moved to the head of the couch, and the fellow, as she began to speak in whispers.
    “Hang in there,” Violet begged, sniffing back tears. “You’ve got to make it. Please, Bob, don’t die.”
    The sound of my own name struck my ears as I got my first clear look at the man on the couch — my face.
    “Shit,” I said aloud, unheard by others, “I’m going to die.”

Year 3 - late spring - WOP

    I awoke in a dream-like haze. My eyes blurry from lack of use. The first thing I saw was my own right hand, my fingertips pressed against my forehead. I studied the palm for a few moments until my vision improved. It was clean, it moved when my brain called for movement. So far so good.
    Gazing up at the low ceiling, I noticed the faded grout in the aging lumber. Behind me was the back of the faded brown couch. I noticed a smell, my own scent, coming from the fabric. The odor was…well, clean. That was new.  
    I let out a long painful sigh. Twisting my head, I noticed the bandages on my left side, just below my ribcage. I was in No Where. Still here and presumably still alive. But wounded, as I last remembered I was.
    In the kitchen I observed a blurred figure. Squinting, I tried to make out who it might be. My heart raced for a second — Shelly. She was here.
    I heard a voice, a female voice; and that encouraged me further. Somehow, in the middle of all of the madness the world had thrown at us, we had been reunited.
    I reached for the figure, her name croaking out through my dry throat and lips. “Shelly.”
    The female turned and approached. Each step brought her a little more into focus. But the long brown hair, the youthful face, the slender figure wasn’t Shelly’s.
    “Well, look who’s back amongst the living,” the voice replied. My heart fell with the realization my savior was actually my tormentor…Violet.
    “What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to roll onto my back and hide my disappointment from the girl.
    I felt her sit on the wide couch next to my stomach, and cool hand placed on my forehead.
    “Well, Mom and I have this deal,” she continued, her fingers brushing my hair away from my face, “every time you get yourself shot and try to die, we come and patch you up. But since she can’t possibly spend 24 hours without Nate or Dizzy by her side, she leaves me here to watch you die.”
    “But I’m not dead, am I?”
    I felt her fingers slide down and adjust the bandages. “Nope,” she replied, almost sounding disappointed. “You are one tough bugger.”
    “How bad was it this time?” I asked, focusing on her pale face hovering over mine.
    “Well, your fever is gone. So that’s good.” She pulled the covers over my chest. “But it was pretty bad. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that much blood before.” She lifted a cup to my lips. “Here, Mom says you need fluids to replace the blood you’ve lost. But just little sips. I don’t want to clean up your puke anymore.”
    The water should have slid down my parched throat easily, but it didn’t. Instead, I had to force it down, one small dribble at a time.
    “How’d you find me?” I asked, shaking the question away as fast as it came out. “No, how long? How many days ago did it happen? And how’d you get here so fast? How did you and your mom save me?”
    She rose and headed back toward the kitchen portion of the single room, shaking her head as she did.
    “That’s a lot of questions, Bob. Why don’t I start at the beginning.”
    I nodded my