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008. ╱ ✹ ⠀⠀ ❝ green flags turned red from all my bleeding. . . i fell quickly for words, misleading. ❞
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FLUTTERING HER EYES OPEN, KYNLEE MANRAL IMMEDIATELY BROUGHT A HAND UP TO SHIELD HERSELF FROM THE HARSH UV RAYS. The lights were breaking through gaps in the windows and she squinted. "¡Ay, Dios mío!" she murmured, cringing at how hoarse her voice came out.
Damn, she sounded rough.
Lowering her arm, she swept her gaze around. The blue walls of Amber Freeman's kitchen were gone and it didn't take long for it to dawn on her that she was at the hospital in a rather large room. It was eerily quiet, aside from an intermittent beep going off, and appeared to be sometime in the morning.
