I had another dream, and it was just like the last.
People calling for medical tools I had never heard of, yelling...
I was so confused about what the vision meant.
"Staple Remover," someone said. "Staple remover," a different voice answered.
Asking questions about the dreams and visions couldn't hurt, considering I was already in a mental hospital, and the consequences of being crazy couldn't get much worse.
I heard a quiet grunt in desperation. "The staples are not coming out well..."
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please dont forget me. [book 2] ✅
Fanfiction[book 2] It's odd how one act can lead to countless others. One small "hello" or "goodbye" can change people's lives. These seem to be the things you think about while you sit in a hospital bed, waiting to see someone you have been separated from. Y...