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Hunter: Awake.

When indeed I woke up, there was a lot of screaming. Doc was standing in my room once more, facing off aginst three angry guys. Those guys were my guys. Jason was standing in front of the other two, and Mack on his right, Tim on his left. I mumbled at them to shut up under my breath, but they heard me, and, for once, they listened. They all turned to me, and then Doc asked, “Carlie, are you alright?” “I’m fine, goddamnit, people, you woke me up.” And with this I sat up, swung my legs over the side of the bed, and stumbled to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me. I heard quiet whispers in the other room as I ran hot water for a bath.

“We can’t keep it a secret from her any longer—”
“We can, and we will. You have to understand, in the state she’s in now, she could very well commit suicide.”
“Does that really matt-”
“How can you SAY THAT?”
The last two words were shouted, and then everything fell silent, as if they were listening to make sure I wasn’t eavesdropping. They didn’t hear anything.

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