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Day 2



So you've been to school for a year or two and you know you've seen it all.



Something's missing... what was I looking for? Something important is gone I know that... Where am I? Doesn't matter. Where is it? Somethings gone...

Her.

It all came rushing back to me; the tide of my mind had simply been out, but its rushing back in. I must have fallen asleep in this closet. Outside the now chorused moans of many awaited. She had gotten to others I know that. I… Continue

Now I don't claim to have all the answers.

I don't really think anyone does.

But I sure as hell aint gonna die.



I'd worked there for about 3 years now, the Adams Trauma Center, and had finally began to settle in. Funny in'it? How we always remember the minute; the microscopic when something big's gonna go down. I still remember the tables... The two tone feel as my hands would glide across them. I loved my life. Adored it.

'Till her.



She was just like… Continue