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The Dora set Makena on a table and Shuri immediately pulled up Makena's visuals. Agent Ross ran over and his eyes widened at the knife in Makena's stomach. "Why does she have a knife in her stomach?"
"She tried to kill herself," Shuri mumbled, walking over to the table and putting her hand around the handle of the knife. Shuri pulled out the knife and everyone watched closely to see what would happen and their was literally no blood at all. In fact, the wound began to heal itself.
"Uh, is she healing?"
Shuri rolled her eyes, "Duh. I think it has something to do with the Hydra testing on her." Shuri ran over to check her visuals again and Makena looked to be completely fine. Almost as if she never stabbed herself in the first place. "Okay I must leave, keep an eye on her. Do not let her out of your sight," Shuri ordered Ross before running out with the Dora following behind.
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Makena gasped awake, her hand immediately going to her stomach. Makena looked down seeing no wound and furrowed her brows in confusion. Makena glanced around and squinted her eyes, this looked nothing like how she pictured heaven or hell would look like. It looked more peaceful and quiet. The sky's were blue and purple, a mixture of gorgeous colors from the open windows.
Makena looked around more noticing the familiarity in the place. It looked exactly like her childhood bedroom she shared with her bother. She hadn't been to the house in years so she forgot what it even looked like.
Makena stood up and walked over to the bedroom door. Makena opened it up and walked down the hall. As she turned the corner to the living room she spotted someone sat on the recliner. The recliner that her mother had thrown out after her father left them. She had specifically remembered how much her mom hated that recliner.
