"What were you doing there?"

I was choking
and trembling
and dying.

I was
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"Artis," I swallowed, "what were you doing without even noticing the red light?"

Can I worry about you?
Was I even allowed to worry about you?

Your lips remained a grim line.

Guess I wasn't.

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