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Bobby followed his mother and sister into the hospital. They stopped at a counter and his mother spoke to the woman there.
The Angel had said he’d forget everything about his past...his other life...but he didn’t think he’d ever forget the hospital. He’d spent so much time here, almost his entire life, but unlike his home, this place hadn’t changed. It was still cold and clean. The white walls and tile floors worked with the bright lights, trying to keep death away, but it never worked. Death would enter, eating the light and leaving only sorrow and darkness.
They walked down a hallway and got into an elevator. It was familiar but different. He wasn’t sick but the worry was still on his mom’s face. The doors opened and they stepped out into another corridor almost identical t
