Amber's POV
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I opened my eyes to find myself lying on the bed in a clinical ward. I was dressed in an ugly pale blue uniform, but I didn't mind. Instead, I slid my hand in between my legs, realizing that the bleeding from earlier had stopped.
Now I was truly puzzled. Since I only fell from the window, I was supposed to have a scratched elbow or a sore back, not blood dripping out of my middle.
What could be wrong with me? Is it cancer of the blood?
The door opened before I could finish thinking, and the doctor walked in, a stethoscope hanging around her neck.
"Ms. Amber!" She uttered my name, moving closer to the bed where I lay. "I guess you're feeling better now?" She added, making use of her two fingers to feel my temperature.
"Yes, I am, doctor. And if you don't mind, may
