Chapter 4

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Amelia's POV
As I am walking away from Owen, I feel proud that I could come up with that good of an excuse for the bleeding. It might not have been the most glamorous thing I could've said but it did the job. My pager beeps. I look down and see a 9-1-1. I start to run but accidentally run into a tray of tools. I stand up and feel dizzy. I reach my hand to my thigh. A 10-blade is in my skin. I pull it out. I immediately regret doing that. There is a cut very close to the femoral artery. My vision is blurred. I am seeing double. The last thing I remember is someone yelling for Owen.

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