I don't really remember much. All I see right now is a bright light shining on me.
"Hi." His voice sounds unclear like my ears are clogged. He looks at me and brushes his hand through his hair, looking uncertain. I wonder who he is.
"Are you my doctor?" I pause. "What happened?" I now know I said something I wasn't supposed to.
"Umm, no..." His voice is shaky. He looks beaten up. "Who are you, then?"
He then slowly gets up from his chair at the corner of the room and walks to me. He leans down and kisses my forehead. "I'm sorry," he says. And I watch that stranger walk away. Then I know, I have to see him again.
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The Giving ( ON HOLD )
Teen FictionGrace Patterson doesn't remember anything. When she wakes up, she sees a stranger standing in front of her hospital bed. She doesn't know why, but she feels like they have a connection. Months pass, and she is now face-to-face with him. Will she tal...
