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Two Hundred & Forty-Six

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TWO HUNDRED & FORTY-SIX:

Natalia's POV:

A Week Later….

“What do you mean he's still not making any improvements?” I asked the doctor, fisting my hands to keep myself grounded.

“Miss, with the kind of trauma he went through, it will take time for him to recover,” he replied softly. “He had required a major surgery too, these things take time.”

Logically, I knew that but with each passing day, my anxiety grew. Watching him lay lifelessly was taking a toll on me—not that I would admit it to anyone. But these days I keep having nightmares. Sometimes, we are all dressed in black, watching as his casket is being lowered into the ground, other times, I was saving people from a burning building, and I managed to save everyone else BUT him… It was traumatizing. Look, I knew these recurring nightmares were because of my overthinking and fears, hell one of the dreams had been about a zombie apocalypse where I'd managed to get everyone into a classroom safely, and when I turned to the window, h
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