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Friday, 11 February 2022
The Internet Murders continues....... https://www.silvaredigonda.ca
“The nurse left to find her a tray and a few minutes later a doctor came into the room.
“I am Dr. Owen and I am doing rounds today. Your doctor is Dr. Mills, and she is away today. How are you feeling, Sandra?”
“Like I have been hit by a truck,” she repeated.
Dr. Owen chuckled. He was tall and middle-aged and had dimples, which became deeper when he smiled. Sandra marveled at the dimples.
“You have abrasions and contusions all over your body. You had a big gash on your head, which we have stitched up nicely for you, as well as the wound to your arm …. You have a concussion, so we have been monitoring you, but you should be ok and good to go soon. We just have to build up your strength a bit before releasing you. We understand that there is no next of kin?”
“My parents died in a car accident a few years ago. I am an only child.” Dr. Owen smiled sympathetically. She wasn’t much older than his own child.
“Ok. I think it would be better for you to stay here for a few more days to make sure that everything is perfect, so you can manage to take care of yourself when you are home. We can also arrange home care for you. How does that sound to you?”
“No home care. I will be all right, but thank you. I’m hungry,” Sandra responded, wondering if she sounded like an idiot.
“That’s a good sign, but not too much at first. You haven’t had any solids for a bit. Ok?”
Sandra managed a smile. She closed her eyes trying to make sense of what had happened. She had been at her desk and someone approached her from behind. She recalled running and stopping at a closed door. What happened after that? She couldn’t remember. She felt herself drifting off.
Excerpt From: Silva Redigonda. “The Internet Murders.”
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