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His head throbs and, when he tries to move, nausea swims and, for a horrible moment, he thought he thinks he's going to be sick. He stays on his back, as still as he can be, on the cold floor. A tear squeezes out of his eye, rolling down the corner of his cheek.

He can't stop thinking about the look on Sabrina's face, the sound of her voice.
Her blood.

In the dark, Charlie falls apart.