Translations:Codex: Eight Clicks/108/en

Sharp hisses clicked out of her respirator as she started to laugh and cry at the same time. This whole place was insane. She’d passed out in a puddle of formaldehyde hours ago and this was just a fever dream. Maybe she hadn’t even gotten out of bed this morning. But no matter how hard she convinced herself, she was still sitting against the hospital wall, still snickering through a gas mask.