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“The breeze and rain water hit my skin in slow, lazy drops. But I never opened my eyes. I was in a semi-conscious state, too bogged down by whatever flowed through my veins. Hundreds of jerky footsteps later, I was comfortable again.
“Shh,” another garbled voice told me. My body fell limply into a soft, pillowy form. I drifted in and out of consciousness.
The continual shush was the only thing I remembered before I woke up in the hospital bed with my Dad and Nona staring at me in horror. Their expressions were ones I would remember forever.
“Honey,” Dad said, his face full of agony.
Nona shot up from the hospital chair, coming to my side. For once she wasn’t her usual batty self. She placed a hand on my forehead. “We were worried about you,” she whispered, smoothing my hair.
I looked around the room, totally out of it. “How did I get here?” I whispered, hardly able to speak, my throat dry and sore.
“Take it easy, darling,”
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