ALIRA'S POV I suddenly could hear sirens as it wailed like broken promises. I felt cold, not from the air, but from the place inside me where something had ruptured. I was aware of rough hands lifting me, the wheels of the stretcher screeching against the tile, voices blending into one chaotic blur."She's bleeding internally! We need to stabilize her!""BP dropping….she's going into shock!"They barked orders as though I were a thing, a body…not a woman who had just been pushed down the staircase of her own home by the man she loved. But I couldn’t scream….I couldn’t even blink. I was trapped within myself, silent and still, like a doll whose strings had been cut.Then came the quiet.The ambulance faded and The ER lights vanished. Time lost all meaning in the coma. I floated in a thick, endless, black conscious but disembodied state.Somewhere beyond the black curtain, I heard machines…a faint beeping, the shuffle of rubber soles and soft voices murmuring charts and vitals.S
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