Then came the pain.
It spread beneath my ribs, dull and deep, as if someone had driven a stone into me and sewn my skin around it. I tried to move, but my body refused. My eyelids fluttered. The ceiling above me was white, blurry at the edges, thinned by the fluorescent light.
“Jessica?”
A female voice. Soft. Professional.
I strained my eyes to focus.
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