I stumbled, and in doing so, kicked it into the gutter. Again.
I stopped. Knelt down on the hot paving stone. Reached out and felt for it.
Finding it, I picked it up carefully. Anxiously.
I could feel the cold metal surface. The familiar buttons. I knew what happened next.
I turned away from the light. Raised my hand, lifted a corner of the stained bandage from my eye.
I lifted it so I could see the screen. And there it was.
That simple, clear message, no ambiguity. My breath caught in my throat. I knew that I had to, I had to give it back. I must give it back.
That noise, again, the screeching.
The blinding white light and then.
Gradually, I became aware of my surroundings.
I stumbled, and in doing so, kicked it into the gutter.
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