so bright that it hurts to open them. My vision is a little
blurry and then the nurse finally comes into focus. She’s
very beautiful with short blonde hair and ruby red lips; she
smells like cinnamon, which reminds me of cinnamon rolls
- my favorite.
She glances over at me, “Oh, you’re awake! How’re you
feeling?”
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“I’m fine, I guess,” is all that comes out of my mouth as
she checks my vitals.
“What is your name, dear?” she asks gently. “Is there any
way you could tell me your name?” I feel a little confused.
The only name I remember having is Pet.
“Yeah. It’s Em… Emma.” It sounds so weird saying
my name out loud.
“Hi Emma! Do you know where you are?” The nurse says
with a smile.
“I’m assuming a hospital? But how did I get here? I don’t
remember a lot.” “The police got a call saying someone heard shots at an
old warehouse building,” she explains kindly. “When they
got there they found you lying there. They didn’t know
whether you were dead or alive. They tried for 20 minutes
to find your heart beat.”
“Oh OK…. Thanks.” My mind races with questions but
something tells me not to ask too many right now.
“Do you remember anything?” she asks softly after
checking my IV.
I can’t remember anything after Joseph put me back into
the room and then Asher brought me food; everything else
is blank in my mind. Even if something had happened to