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SIXTY EIGHT
Amber burst into the private hospital room and was greeted by the sight of her bandaged brother in a green hospital gown sitting at the edge of his bed.
“Anson!”
She immediately ran over and threw her arms around his neck.
“Amber…oof!”
Her brother patted her on the back, “You can let go now, you’re kind of suffocating me…”
Oh…
Quickly she pulled back and wiped a teardrop that had escaped her eye. Anson smiled at her and touched her trembling chin with his good arm. One of his eyes was still swollen purplish blue but at the very least, he could open it now. And the fact that he was sitting up and swinging his legs back and forth meant that he was getting stronger.
“How are you feeling?” she asked, pulling up a chair next to his bed. She looked at him from head to toe, trying to size him up and see if he was in any kind of pain.
“It still hurts here,” he touched his shaved scalp gingerly and pointed to his abdome
Joy TeoDear reader, Are you ready for the quiz? It'll be posted in the author's note in Chapter 70. But don't sweat over it. It'll be so easy you won't even need to bat an eye to answer the question. :) And remember, the first3 readers to correctly post the answer in the 'Review" section will have their names featured as guest characters in the story! :)
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