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Ronan's Cure
Adam’s POV At first, it looked like I was being dipped into a pool filled with darkness rather than water before being pulled out multiple times. But soon, my vision became clear, and I saw the white-coated roof above me. Guessing from the way I was, I knew I was lying on my back —on what looked like a bed. One might wonder, “what looked like a bed?” It didn’t feel like I slept on a bed, rather, it felt like I slept on a floor covered with bedsheets. It was hard, and my back hurt. The scent of antiseptic and medicines soon filtered into my nostrils, so much so, it didn’t take long to know where I was —a hospital. Fragments of what had happened to me began to come together like pieces of a puzzle. A mild headache lived rent-free in my head, but it was the least of my worries, getting h
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