Dissolving blood

Sirens wailed in the distance, a sound distorted by the swimming in her head. She zipped the bag shut, stumbling from the lab. Blood drops fell like beads from her fingertips, pattering a trail on the floor. It would reduce to black dust once parted from her body a while, but she wasn’t confident she could slip past the police in her state—not while weighed down by the bag.


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