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Kira rolled her head back and forth with a frown. She was trying to say something—something important—but no one could seem to understand her, no matter how hard she tried. A growing sense of urgency gripped her. She had to tell someone!
Before she forgot…
“Kira?”
A hand gripped her shoulder. Her eyes flew open, scattering her semiconscious thoughts. Kira sucked in a breath. A strange sense of déjà-vu threatened to overwhelm her.
She was in a hospital room. It had the faint, sanitized smell of rubbing alcohol. The narrow, metal-frame bed, stark walls and IV bag hanging from a rack beside her threw her back to the first moments when she had woken up after being hit by a truck less than two weeks before. A heart monitor beeped a steady rhythm in the hushed quiet of the room.
Her han
