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Chapter 71

Author: MharHumma
last update Last Updated: 2023-11-28 08:30:39

I slowly opened my eyes. My vision was immediately blinded by the light above my head that I had to close them back because it hurts. When I had already adjusted, I roamed my around the place.

It was an unfamiliar place. The walls were all painted in white and there was no windows. I could also hear the sounds of my heartbeat from the monitor next to my bed.

That's when I realized I was in the hospital.

But what am I doing here?

My brows furrowed. I raised my right hand up and saw it was attached with an IV.

Wait, am I admitted in the hospital? But why?

Questions began bubbling in my head, trying to process what the hell was going on.

I was about to sit up when the door suddenly opened and a doctor in white scrub went in.

"Good morning, Ms. Ferrero," he greeted me with a warm smile.

"W-Where am I?" I asked, my voice was hoarse as my throat was dry. I looked around, trying to find some familiar faces, but I found none.

"You're in the hospital," he said as he went to check my vitals.
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