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~Niklaus~ “She wasn’t looking like herself. She was just lying there like there was something really wrong with her and I couldn’t bear it. Since the nurse from downstairs lied about her being in the operating room, could I really take her word for it that Zoe was not injured? “Is she dead? What exactly is wrong with her and why is she in the hospital?” I asked, not waiting for the nurse to answer one question before I asked another. “No, she isn’t. She’s just unconscious” “Unconscious, why?” I touched her face, but she didn’t even stir. Her skin felt cold to the touch and I started to worry that the doctor was lying to me about her being alive. No one alive was supposed to have cold skin, right? “After the anesthetic wore off, we had to put her to sleep because her blood pressure