You felt it, more than anything else. The odd, streching shape you had, the sticky coating along an entire side of your body, and the soft, absorbent padding on your midsection. A bandage, and a small one at that.
This isn't real, you told yourself, repeating the line in your head over and over. You were wrapped in the thin protective sheath, and then placed in a plain white box, slotted next to dozens of your compatriots.
Then it was darkness, just the rustling of the box as it was shipped away, before a long, still period on a shelf. You were bought, you assumed, and then placed on yet another shelf, waiting, alone, in the quiet, slowly coming to terms. You were a band-aid now, and it was only a matter of time before you'd be used.
And on that day, when the shuffling box was torn open and you were roughly ripped into the light, you saw...
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