Willow:
I woke up on the couch with a killer headache. I truly didn’t remember how I got home last night. My head throbbed when I tried to recall the memories. I wish my bad memories would have disappeared as well. Right on time, my thoughts turned to the old man and the 23-year-old that died on my watch. As much as I tried to push those thoughts away I couldn’t. Thankfully, there was a trash can in front on me as I emptied my stomach into it.
There was a knock on the door, and it pulled me away from my thoughts. I peeked through the tiny hole to see a man holding a bouquet of flowers. I opened the door slowly, realizing I was still in my party dress.
“Hello, are you Dr. Willow May?” the man asked.
“That’s me…” I replied quietly as my throat was raw from last night.
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