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I groaned, feeling the veins on my neck almost popping out.
This pain was everything I’d felt before the pills. Why was it back?
Right…The doctor had said they wouldn’t work again, something about my fucking heart getting worse.
I needed to visit him again soon, so I could understand what exactly he meant by that, because you see, my heart was once dead, and somehow, started beating again. All thanks to him.
So what was he saying, now?
I crouched next to the desk I’d rammed into, trying to regulate my wheezing breath. This could wait, it had to.
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