Laying Indigo down on the sterile hospital bed I start to hook the IV's into her wrist to help start pumping her meds. Hmmm, let's see, we have Celexa, Seroquel, Invega, and Xanax. Wow this girl has issues. Holding her wrist I check her pulse and find it's slowing down. "SHIT!" I exclaim. Reaching for the panic button on the bed I slam my hand against it, I hurriedly reach for the oxygen mask to help her keep breathing. It's not working though; I can't seem to get her heart rate up. Suddenly the nurses come rushing in and shoo me out of the room. Walking down to the patient information room I pull out the Indigo Rose file and look for her mother's number. Ah let's see 269-989...
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Swimming
Short StoryIs reality really reality or just a dream? Nobody knows, someday we make wake up from this dream and realize reality was something we were hiding from.
