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“Can you tell us your name?” A female voice said as it jolted me back to consciousness. As my eyes adjust to the bombard of light I wince in pain. I sat up and looked at my surroundings in shock. I am strapped to a stretcher as I being carried into an ambulance. In front of me is a destroyed building along with several other hurt civilians. “Can you tell us your name?” The voice repeats, a bit more urgent. I try to respond, but I fall unconscious before I can get any words out. The last things I see are two hazel eyes dilating in panic. After a manner of what felt like seconds, I woke up in a hospital bed. I looked to my right to see a pink rose with a note attached. It read “Get well soon! Love, Jack.” I immediately recognized it as my

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