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•••••••••• Valerio •••••••••• “What’s wrong?” I ask, wide-eyed, seeing Clio’s face contort in pain as she clutches her stomach, doubling over while screaming. I scoot closer to her and hold her, my heart beating like it’s going to stop seeing sweat dripping from her face, like she wasn’t fast asleep just moments ago, but my heart stops when she opens the sheets and I see blood. I pull her onto my lap as she continues screaming, now clutching my shirt, and I mind-link the doctor, my mother, and Amara, having no idea what to do as all sorts of scary things run through my mind. A moment later, there is a knock, and I invite the person inside. The doctor enters and rushes over to the bed and he asks what happened. I tell him I don’t know; we were sleeping, and next, she abruptly got up an