lacerations - a short story
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based off of a nightmare i recently had, thought it would be an interesting story to write so here it is!
i actually died in the dream and instantly woke up but i rewrote that so it would be a bit more detailed ig.
don't quote me on the medical stuff i'm not actually in med school rn, my knowledge extends to grey's anatomy episodes and my mother's nursing books she gave me.
also yes irl i want to be a surgeon not dead ty.
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