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The 911 call was more dreamlike than the event playing out before her. The voice, heavy in accent, slurred like syrup to her ears. She went back to him with cold wet rags and wrapped his wrists. He was coming out of it now, realizing the gravity of the moment. By the time the ambulance came, its medics moving far too slowly to be real, the gashes were already closing.

All on his birthday too.