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... clear me for discharge.
Curled slightly to one side, her shoes are kicked off and wedding dress pooled around her. Her arms are crossed even in sleep, like she doesn’t fully trust where she’s resting. Her head is tilted forward, chin tucked, her long lashes resting against her cheeks.
She looks smaller in this position.
I clear my throat loudly in an effort to wake her up, she only stirs but doesn’t wake.
"Elaine."
Nothing.
I tap the arm of the ch ...
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