Isabella
After a visit from the sweet faced nurse, I sagged back against the pillows and winced. My head was throbbing, especially at the temple area. My fingers ran across the butterfly stitches that had been placed over whatever wound was beneath and my throat felt tight and scratchy. I had no clue where I was the moment I woke up or what had happened. It was all blurry. But after everything had been explained to me, my brain stood still in shock.




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