[The PCD flicks on, helpfully, to reveal Violet waking up slowly. The fog from earlier has dissipated, but her body feels icy cold. It’s the same as the shower; everything is cold, clammy, cloth sticking to her skin, teeth chattering. She can hear his voice in her ear, Don’t die on me, Violet, don’t die on me- and for a dizzy second she reaches for
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