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Chapter Twenty-Seven
Stomps. Screams. Before I completely lose my senses, the people outside the gated area rush in to our aid and waste no second in bringing us to the nearest clinic. Once we’re in the clinic, I’m brought to a different area from my colleagues who are both unconscious. My dopey eyes follow the frenetic nurses as they push the wheeled stretchers of Nico and Detective Hipolito to the upper floor via the ramp which is beside the stairs. I couldn't move nor speak, I couldn't do anything but stare at the inquiring eyes of the other patients. Almost an hour has lapsed, my breathing slowly improves so the nurse takes the nebulizer mask off my face and offers me a bottle of water. “Can I see my colleagues?” I ask. “Sure.” The nurse leads me to the second floor using the stairs since the only el
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