Memorial hospital

Third POV

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Abigail woke up two hours later, still lying in bed and staring at the ceiling. She was totally confused about everything that had happened.

‘What happened?’

Her mind was reeling with different types of memories and she couldn't remember how she ended up on the soft comfortable bed.

Her last memory before waking up in bed was sitting in front of the laptop, typing away as she searched for any information she could find on Mr. Cleff.

Suddenly, the images flashed before her eyes and she remembered getting a pop-up notification. And then, that was it, she blacked out.

But, how did she end up in the room?

Abigail turned her face to the side. There he was, sitting on the edge of the bed and invested in the newspaper.

"Mr Cleff" Abigail called in a low voice and he turned to look at her with a mix of surprise and happiness.

“I didn’t expect you to wake so soon,” Mr. Cleff remarked as he placed his hand over Abigail’s wrist, his fingers gently pressing into her pulse.

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