Just when the leaves vanished, I heard soft breathing.
It was silent, almost not audible, but I heard it.
Just like someone else was in my room, but was that even possible?
Wasn't it a rule that one patient per room?
Maybe confused, but still determined to explore the room and discover the source of a sound that made me so uncomfortable, I investigated the small room.
To my great surprise, it actually wasn't so small.
Half of the room was hidden from me by a large piece of cloth hung from the ceiling.
The sun shone through the window, or what at least looked like a window or I assume it was one, behind the drape, allowing me to see the rough shadows of thing on the other side.
When I saw it, I left out a silent cry.
There was someone else.
And it was a man.
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Wonderwall
FanfictionCruz's childhood wasn't ideal. Not at all. When she's 26 and free, she tries to end her suffering by committing a suicide. After an unsuccessful try, she's transported to the hospital where she meets a stranger. The stranger is the reason she still...
