42 [Accidental Video] Forwarded to early evening.

[Rachel is pale, lifeless, and covered up to her throat with a blanket in the clinic. The feed continues that way for a couple of minutes until -- there is the slightest amount of movement. Her chest, moving up and down, in slow, ragged, painful breaths -- and then Rachel's eyes flicker open, dull and confused --

-- and then she begins to panic.]

Where --

[But the word is stifled with a gasp of pain and Rachel's hand moves stiffly to her throat, tears rolling down her cheeks as she begins to feel underneath the blanket, which slips away to reveal heavy bruising and burns.]

I... I can't, my --

[She tries to push herself up, but it doesn't really work, and instead she falls back against her pillow with a hiss, her fingers digging into the sheets in an effort to try again.

Being in the clinic means she died.

She doesn't want to be in the clinic.]

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