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You press your hand to your abdomen. Your fingers are sticky with blood, your own blood. You feel your strength drain, and you grow distant from your body. You see yourself on a stretcher, a jagged cut in your stomach, the doctors trying to save you. You wake to an aching pain, and layers of bandages. You can't move. It hurts. Doctors talk to you but you can't hear them. You heal. The scar remains.

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