Her kidney function had been severely impaired in the accident, and waste chemicals had ceased to be automatically eliminated. They struggled to pull in oxygen and force out the toxins that continued to build in her tissues and bloodstream. Every cell in her body, damaged and undamaged alike, fought to retain cohesion. Silently, and despite everyone's best efforts, she was slipping further and further away. She had always been determined, and now, she was determined to die. She was up against an army-an army that had begun with paramedics, moved on to doctors, and finally, to complicated life support machines that performed their function with passionless efficiency-but none of that seemed to make any difference. But this is the first thing you will need to know. It only needs the dark and the warm and the distant, constant sound of drums.
The first thing I remember has no need for hands, or eyes, or words. This is the first thing that I was told to remember this is the memory that has been created for me by the hands and eyes and words of others.
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