It is not your fault
` “Sir. U can’t be in here.” “I need to be with her.” “We’ll do everything we can to save her.” “Baby, hang in there. I am here” I hear Ian’s voice as I start regain consciousness. The light is hurting my eyes. I am delirious with pain. My hand has been poked. “Let’s put her under. She lost a lot of blood.” Few seconds after, I am unconscious again. I wake up to the sight of worried face. My parents, Ed, Lorrie and of course Ian by my bed are looking at me with relief. I see 2 police officers standing behind them. My hand is poked with brannula and blood bag along with normal saline are hanging by my bed. I try to move slightly but my body hurts a lot making me whimper. “Sweetie, u shouldn’t move. U need to rest.
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