Isobel POV
“Where am I?” I glanced around the quiet and white room. And the light shine from the ceiling hurt my eyes, and I turned my head away. A bullet on a table transfixed me and reminded me of everything. Pangs of pain find their place in my chest as I shut my eyes. And pictures of the past danced in my imagination. I looked at the door as someone open it. In anticipation. Who could that be? Arthur walked in, and the tiredness I perceived on his face turned to happiness as he saw me. I tried to smile too, but the pain the bullet left on my chest holds me back. He hurried to me, knee before the bed, touching my hair. “Thank you for coming back.” And now, I smiled. “Thank you for saving my life.” I coughed. &ldquo
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