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hear the soun

, only to realize that my entire back ached liked I'd been laying on it for far too long. M

hit me immedi

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b

with my hands holding my belly. "My baby...pl

y, ma'am, you're sti

n me back. "No sudden movements, please,

left that was precious in this world. I looked up at both mid

e airbag during the collision. Do you remember this accident, Miss Kamill

s still at a very early stage, but it was equally fragile. Honestly, facing all the trauma and stre

have," The nurse said, passing a jotting board

rly man in a white coat stepped in. He to

I'm glad. How are h

so far

few weeks, Miss Kamille. I'm glad you and the baby are perfectly fine and healthy. It was a g

n a stupor. "Weeks

idn't break any bones. Just tissue damage and internal bleeding that was easily fixa

ad spent weeks at this strange ho

k them." I finally uttered. "The situation m

dropping you off. They generously paid all the hospital bills, and retrieved your belongings from

least I can do is show

all that matters." The doctor responded. "A checkbook was left for you

rised and confused by all of this, that I remained in a daze unti

ne more th

oked

d on you showed the beginnings of multiple growing cell clumps. It's so early to tell if the

ed to my bel

. If not for my anonymous helper, how could I

t. The nurses will re

ft th

w. I grabbed the remote by my bedside and raised the volume. I flipped through the

eading the

ATH OF ANOTHER FAMILY

ious white Jeep. It was unrecognizable, a warped mix of burnt leather and me

eporters had surrounded the crash site. There, Father an

Father lamented to the reporter interviewing him. "This are hard times

a

Did they just confirm my death?! How was tha

e I grappled with the extent they were going just to get rid of me. My brakes had fai

enly failed? And why did they

my heart was in shred, pulsing with red hot pai

want. But I would return when the time was right, and serve them the evil th

nth

ejected

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l my belongings, including my travel documents, and the huge amount of money accessible by t

, and trying to get back into the workforce. No decent weather fo

r forecast articles I had created. It was gaining a lo

that it occ

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