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CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

I woke up to a familiar environment, everything was white and with the posters on the wall I knew I was at the hospital. 

I couldn’t move as I somehow felt heavy, my eyes looked around the room until they spotted a figure sleeping on the couch — Clinton. I recognized him due to his hair.

“Clinton,” I said in a lowly tone, he seemed to be fast asleep. My eyes took in the surroundings. That's when a woman dressed in a nursing uniform came in with a reporting notepad.

“Good morning Mrs Clinton, how are you feeling today?” She greeted me with a warm smile and checked my temperature and recorded something.

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