Some hours later, a rather large nurse entered my room.
She was walking slowly, giving me time to think about what could happen to the stranger, her steps counting down the seconds before I would get to know the truth.
She sat on the shabby chair and turned it so she could face my bed.
When she looked at me an expression of disgust ran across her face, but I didn't blame her.
I looked like walking death.
She gulped, her muddy brown eyes searching for some point to hold, for some safe particle of my room.
When she finally found it, god knows what it was - I spent some night searching for it but didn't find anything, she took a deep breath and smiled at me.
The first person to smile at me in twenty years.
But I knew the news won't be good.
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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...
