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Becky POV The beeping sound and the pain in my side were a clear indicator that something was not right. I tried to stretch, but the pain and the increasing beeping stopped me from doing so. “Careful…” my husband's voice soothing all the discomfort and making me feel protected. “What happened’” I said, feeling my throat scratchy and parched. “You got shot, Love…” He said, and I sighed. I remember the funeral and Tedy being held at gunpoint. Georgette disappeared, while Maeve made us the target of some tugs. I nodded and tried to swallow some saliva, my face contorting with the pain of my dry throat. “Water?” Ezra, ever observant, offered, and I nodded. He stood up, took a glass of water, placed a straw, and offered the soothing liquid. I wrapped my lip around the straw and calm