~Maria Pov~ It had been five days since the attack. I was supposed to be discharged before the week was over, but I couldn't sleep. Sleeping only made waking up harder. Every time I closed my eyes, I was back there. Only this time, the attacker didn't stop. In my dreams, he found Mum. I watched, helpless, as he did something terrible to her. And when he was done, he turned toward me. He came for me next. I always woke before he could reach me, but the fear stayed long after I opened my eyes. What scared me most was the question that crept in afterwards: in the dream, did Mum deserve it? "We're here for you, ma," the nurse said, pulling me from my thoughts. She began to administer the injection, and I glanced down at my leg. "You need to eat," she added, nodding at the tray I had pushed aside. I had barely any appetite. I gave her a small nod, and when she was done, she turned and left. I reached for my phone and shifted upright, wincing. There was something I had
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