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“But I'm so sure," I mumbled. The memory was hazy, but I could remember the shoes clearly. I could almost feel the strange sensation that washed over me, could hear the dull beeping of the heart monitor. "Then it was most likely the nurse giving you some drugs," he shrugged. That made sense. It was most likely a nurse, that would explain the shoes and the numbness. There was no way someone would have injected something that would suddenly speed up my healing, right? There was no drug like that, and besides, who would believe me?

“Stay here, I will be right back.” Without waiting for her response, I rushed off to the nearest shoe store. It didn’t take long for me to find something that would allow her to walk and run freely, without hurting her feet. I ended up choosing a pair of white flats, with a silver logo design on the side. They were simple but cute.

Eric said shyly as he scratched the back of his head. “Really?” She beamed. He nodded and reached for the package he placed on her nightstand earlier. “Since we don’t know the gender yet, I picked a unisex colour.“ He said as he handed her the bag. Annie looked into the red gift bag, and she came across a medium-size rectangular box. She opened it and came in contact with the cutest baby sneakers she has ever seen. “Awww, it’s so beautiful. I love it.” She said as she admired the Nike made unisex snickers.

' I can't be ungrateful. "Shoes?" I would laugh at myself or should I say him, if I wore such pretty clothes, then I don't have a shoe to slide into. He opens another bag where I find a set of shoes, as pretty as the clothes. I go for a plastic heavy-heel fashion combat boot, then I realize it wouldn't suit my dressing, it would be better for a jeans trouser rather than joggers, I remove it and place it back inside the bag. I come out with a pair of black snickers with a white design on the body, and a white sole. I'm good to go!

Vivian's POV I stared at the nurse's uniform laid out on the bed. Light green. Impeccable. Complete with an ID badge that read "Julie Sanders – Nursing." I put the uniform on with trembling fingers, fastening each button, smoothing each crease. I pulled my hair into a tight bun before slipping on the disposable cap, hiding every last strand. The surgical mask came last, covering half my face and turning me into just another anonymous hospital employee. I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.

Gone were the strappy sandals that offered zero arch support but made my legs look miles long. In their place, lined up with military precision, were sneakers. Rows of them. Limited edition Nikes, custom leather trainers, cloud-soft loafers, and—I gasped in horror—a pair of fuzzy Ugg slides. "Alexander!" My shout echoed off the marble bathroom walls. He appeared in the doorway three seconds later, buttoning the cuffs of his white dress shirt. He looked infuriatingly fresh, smelling of sandalwood and that expensive, crisp soap he used. He leaned against the doorframe, a picture of innocence.

She opens it to find it’s a nursing shirt, whatever that is? “Thank you. I’ve been meaning to get one of these.” “What is it?” I couldn’t help but ask. “Oh. It’s a shirt for her to nurse without being exposed. It’s easy access for the boys and comfortable for her. I thought she might like it.” Mason replies quickly. “Why don’t you go try it on? I’m sure the boys would love breastfeeding after their nap.” I watch Claire smile as she carefully hands Lucas to me and scurries off to the bathroom.

Took a shower , wore a black nike bottom with a white line , not too tight or too lose just perfect . A plain white t-shirt written CK in black as well as a black cap with the same label . Black and white nike sneakers and a chain , not those bad ones , simple but stylish . I sprayed my attraction Nivea perfume which makes girls go crazy just because of the pleasant

"It's okay, baby. Don't try to get up. You're not supposed to be putting pressure on your feet anyway. I'm going to help you." The clothes she had earlier were all bloody and torn... And may need to go into evidence. I have no idea. Instead, I asked one of the nurses if they had anything she could wear home. She came back with some blueish green scrubs. "I hope these will fit. They were all I could find," the nurse said with a kind smile. "Those should be just fine," Chelsea says with an embarrassed smile. I helped Chels dress, even if she was embarrassed I was looking at her naked body. I took in every bruise, scrape and mark left on her body, swearing vengeance for each and every one of th