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Crash Into Me
Glass is everywhere when I open my eyes and Domenico is staring at me, blood pouring from cuts on his forehead. He is searching my eyes for something, I realize and I try to pull myself from the mental fog I am trapped in. My ears ring and my body hurts. When I raise my hand to my face it comes back covered in blood. I am hurt, I realize. I try to gather myself enough to panic, but when I look into the face of my husband I calm. He is motioning for me to breathe, over and over his hands rise and drop and I try and make my lungs follow the pattern until they no longer sting when I take in air. I travel the length of his body and I am relieved when I see no visible gunshot wounds. We are not shot. When I rise up my hands hurt so badly I allow my body to return to its position on the floor and when I look I see glass protruding from my palms. My hearing slowly begins to come back and I hear the cries of someone in pain. It takes me a moment to realize it is sounds I am making.
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