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For several seconds, nothing happens. Bina turns her head to check on the people on the couch.

Not a moment she wants to remember. It keeps showing up. In her dreams.

"Bina?" asks Kendra, sounding extremely far away.

Bina tries to move, but her limbs feel distant, heavy. Someone leans on her eyelids. The sound of her own blood loud in her ears.

"Don't," she says. "Look."

"I won't," says Kendra, her voice a whisper, barely audible over the heartbeat hammering in Bina's ears.

This stuff works fast, she thinks, and sleeps.