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In the hospital,
Zara emerged from the darkness of induced slumber with a flickering gaze. She kept them close for a while to relax the back of her eyes then undid them again. She looked around and a feeling of disappointment crept into her being given her side was empty.
There was a single nurse examining her daily report. She noticed the movement on the pillow and tore her gaze off the notepad. A warm smile touched her lips.
"How are you feeling, ma'am?" The nurse asked, coming closer.
Zara's chest bubbled with pounding anger. She looked about the room again as though whatever she was desiring to catch sight of will appear. However, she was met with silence and white walls. The stools placed on both sides of the bed seemed to have never been occupied, and not even the scent she
