Okay before starting, just letting you know that the 1st part of this story is in fantasy fiction. The main character is a little over emotional. The beginning of this part might over-lap a little with the end if the 1st part.
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When I arrived back to the room, the doctor was there with some not-so-pleasant news.
"William's injuries will require surgery," he said.
'Injuries?' i thought to myself. 'There's more than one?' "I'm sorry sir, but he only has the one broken ankle. There are no other injuries."
"Rich, if you don't mind, I'll have you escort Miss McNeil out of the room," said the doctor in a...oh what was it...sad...no...distasteful perhaps, tone.
I stood my ground, ready to object but Rich's massive size intimidated me enough to back down and out of the door.
"What's going on in there?" I snapped at Rich, who too had been asked to wait outside.
"Your guess is as good as mine," he replied.
I began to feel dizzy. Was it worry? No not worry. Paranoia maybe? Whatever it was I didn't get the chance to figure it out because before I knew it, I introduced myself to the tile floor with my face.
