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JACKSON “Sarah,” I called softly, trying to know if she could recognize me and the things around her. She was motionless, more like she fell back into unconsciousness just after coughing. The doctor came in, and I shifted for her to be examined. I observed them keenly, hoping to read signs myself even when I knew none in that field. “What are the findings? She just coughed,” I questioned the doctor who checked her in particular. “Her healing process would hasten up now and we can find out what went wrong. Her wolf is struggling; it keeps leaving and coming. That's why she coughed. But with this, it's a good sign that her wolf isn't gone.” I breathed out laboriously in relief, rather than saying a word to the doctor, I nodded at him. Lost in reflections while waiting, something else