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That asthma attack was worse than anyone I'd ever seen. She was grey in the face, a vein pulsating in her forehead. Her hand clutched at her chest and her expression was one of frank panic. She reminded me of my grandma the day she had a heart attack and died a few minutes later. That was the day I totally lost it and quit my job as doctor.
The ties that bind are mostly metaphorical. Mostly.
The black binding was hot and heavy on my wrists, and I struggling pitifully, desperate to evade my captor. No avail, but I wasn't going down without a fight. I could see the blonde hair of my friend, vaguely visible through the haze of drugs they gave me. Vague names to faces was all I could do as they pushed me through a plain, wooden door.
The white headphones efficiently blocked out an noise the passengers were making. I lent my head against the cool bus window, my breath clearing a patch of condensation. I wished for this reign to end, for this reign of terror to stop. But I knew it wouldn't. All I could do was keep my head down and hope for the best. But even as I thought my wish, I felt a jostle by my side and my brain froze on the last word.I turned my head slowly to the right, and came face to face with the Leader.