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A Choice to be Made

I slowly opened my eyes, and the first person I saw was my mother, placing a wet cloth on my forehead. As soon as she noticed I was awake, her eyes widened with relief.

“She's awake!” she exclaimed, and I could hear a woman’s voice nearby.

“Let me see her,” the woman said as she rushed to my bed and I knew she was a doctor when she checked my temperature.

“How are you feeling?” she asked.

“I am good, just some light headache,” I managed to croak out in response.

Confusion ...

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