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Chapter 31: Nothing
"So, how are you feeling? We found you lying down outside unconscious,"
There was suddenly a lady in front of Jasper. She had the same pale skin and almost black hair of the little girl. Oh, the lady was the little girl's mother.
Jasper blinked. "Did you see another man with me, wearing a lab coat with a shirt and tie underneath?"
His voice sounded raspy, and he wasn't expecting to sound so broken, and pleading when speaking. Jasper blinked again, his vision suddenly becoming more blurry. He moved his head to the side, and back, watching the outlines, and colours of the woman stretch out, and wobble.
"No. You were on your own. Now, I need you to answer my question: How are you feeling?"
The woman sounded concerned, and kept one arm on the little girl, who was fiddling with the edge of the pink blanket. Wait, this would be her blanket. Jasper was in her room right now, lying down on her bed.
He blinked again, and felt two scorching, wet, itch
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