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Chapter 13: The Rescue

Author: Dessy Ana
last update publish date: 2026-04-05 08:29:30

I tried to wrap my head around what had just happened; in split seconds, I had not seen Charles move. One second he was at the far end of the corridor, and the next he was in front of me, and the blow that was meant for my face had landed across the side of his head instead. Everything happened at once after that; someone screamed and a nurse hit the emergency button on the wall. The family member stumbled backwards, looking shocked at what he had just done, and that half second of shock was en
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