"Run, Elara, Run!'' I jolted up in a thick sweat, sitting up caused a sudden blinding pain at the back of my head. I winced as I tried to refocus my sight on my surroundings. That voice was my mother's. I'd had nightmares about the day she left. i tried to forget them and move on, but every moment I live pondering on the tragedy of my life is a stark reminder of how unlucky I am. "Don't get up too quickly. Your wounds are healing, but slowly.'' The sound of a man, a voice, reached out from around. I turned, but I still felt so dizzy that I could barely keep my head up. My sight was blurry, I had a terrible headache. "My baby..'' I touched my stomach as I tried to stay awake. I could see a figure walking up to me. I felt scared. "Rest.'' the voice said, "Both you and your miracle baby will be fine.'' Someone touched my shoulders as they pushed me down. I tried to fight it, but was too weak. I slowly lost consciousness, falling back into that sleep that felt like a prison. ...
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