~ F O R T Y - O N E ~
∽ m i r a c l e ' s p e r s p e c t i v e ∽ I'm currently inside the hospital. Gladly, a kind married couple offers us a help for Chance to get to the hospital. And the good thing is, they are both neurologists. We meet them on the street, where the incident happened. It was a coincidence that they were crossing the road at that place. But I'm thankful for it. I've already called Chance's sister, informing her that Chance got injured because of the incident. And it is my fault. Everything is my entire fault. I am the one who should be inside the operating room. I am the one who should be bleeding. It should be on me. I have the feeling that this is planned. Not an accident. If this incident is caused by the other Mafias, then this is the declaration of war. They've pulled the trigger
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