Wellington Street

In which we take a stroll down a very strange stretch of road.


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Hospital "The Union"

Six months ago she left. The house is a mess. I keep the shades drawn. She said she needed space and I tried to be understanding about it. The police came to my house two days ago. I knew before they even got to the door what they wanted. They weren't approaching like I did something wrong. So I half listened and followed them to the hospital. I didn't want to think and I am surprised I made the drive at all. She was there, and though she was in anguish she seemed happy to see me. I tried not to touch her. The skin grafts were brand new.

She said that she had talked to him. That he had been quite clear.

“He needed you, and you abandoned him.”

The police found her after getting an anonymous tip. She was at a local factory. He didn't knock her out like he had the others. She was awake for the entire thing. Just paralyzed. I think he just wanted to punish her.

They ran DNA tests on the flesh he had attached. They aren't sure who the flesh originally belonged to. They are going through missing person reports. However, they did comment that he had matched her blood type and that there were antibiotics in her system. I left the room and vomited. The hospital people were understanding. So was she. I can't really wrap my head around all this. Everything about this is out of character. Everything is wrong.

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