![]() “I haven’t given her any pain medicine yet. The man’s voice sounds somewhat familiar, but I can’t match it to a face at the moment. “She looks like she’s in pain,” a deep raspy voice says. When I finally do hear the creaking of a door, I try to pry my eyes open, but they feel like someone glued them shut. I strain my ears, trying to make out any other sound, but there is nothing for a long time. The only thing missing is the sound of a heart-rate monitor beeping in the background. ![]() The smell of rubbing alcohol is thick in the air, adding to my hospital theory. Any minute now, I’ll wake up in some hospital, my parents standing beside my bed, worrying and waiting for me to open my eyes. ![]() Where am I hurt? My head, my leg, or my stomach? Everything? I must have been hit by a bus. So much pain, I can’t even pinpoint where it’s coming from. ![]()
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