Look at you, Anna. You might as well be dead. I whispered and sighed. I picked at my paper gown covering my bruised body until I heard someone open my door. At that time, I didn't care what happened to me. I was living in the present. And I hated the doctors. I never trusted doctors. Then, I thought of Chris. I wondered if he was mad at me, or if he knew what happened to me.
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