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I lean my head back against the pillow, allowing my cheek fall against the starchy-white sheet, my eyes to close against the bright lights. Beside me, machines bleep and buzz, and a drip feeds medicine through a tube into my veins. My head aches, and the pain sears through me as though someone has split it open like a coconut and then pressed it back together carelessly, leaving a ragged wound.
'How are you today?' The doctor's voice cuts through my thoughts. 'Any change? Can you remember what happened?'
I shake my head and a tear slides soundlessly down my cheek. I can't remember anything, anything at all.
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