trickytreat!!
TRICK!
'Nano drops against the mattress, fists balled in the sheets. The bedspread is cold at the edges, untouched. He hasn't moved.
Lalna's face is a horrific mash of purple still, eyes bruised shut. The thin scar on his forehead now fresh with new stitching. Zoeya's handiwork is neat, sure, but Nano can't help feeling like he looks half dead.'
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