The Devil's Daughter
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A distant echo slowly pulls me out of the grasp of twilight, vision blurry for a second or two before my eyes can finally adjust to the blueness of the strange room.
My nose crinkles at the disturbing and harsh smell of bleach mixed with antiseptic, letting me know where I am.
I hate hospitals so why the hell am I currently in one?
Slowly, the memories come back to me, each one more vivid than the last, but as pathetic as I am, the current state of my health isn't what worries me, but the thought of Juliet.
Seriously, her persistence in my story is becoming worrisome.
"She had a heart attack," says a familiar deep voice from somewhere in the room.
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