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Thirty Eight

Penulis: Laura
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Two months later

Aria’s POV

“As I said before, we would call child services, but by the time you check out you’ll already be eighteen… of legal age… so it would be pointless.”

The doctor’s voice felt far away, like he was speaking through water.

Child services. Eighteen. Legal age.

None of it mattered. None of it compared to the one thing he had told me already.

My parents and my siblings died in the crash.

Mum and dad were dead on arrival

Olivia died a month ago and my brother a week before I woke up

Gone. All of them.

So it was just me now. Only me…Orphan at Seventeen

He kept talking, flipping through my chart like it was any other Tuesday but he did was trying to sound sympathetic but I can tell he's been doing this he's whole life sharing bad news

“I’ll run you through the current status of your body. Your legs were affected by the accident but not severely. You’ll be put on physiotherapy for about a month and everything should return to normal. There is also a ninety eight per
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