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I rushed to St. Thomas‘ Hospital.
The emergency department was packed with people.
I finally found the VIP ward and pushed the door open.
Jack looked up at the sound.
His white shirt was stained with a large patch of blood, half of his body exposed, arm in a cast.
Luckily, that pretty face of his was still intact.
The doctor handed me the report: “The patient was in a car accident. He’s got severe abrasions on his back, a broken arm, and a concussion.”
10:23 AM
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That serious? Did he hit his head too?
“He’s not going to have amnesia, is he?”
I walked over to Jack and asked if he still knew who he was.
Jack stared at me for a long moment before shaking his head.
Great.
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