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Fight, Flight, or Freeze: The Healer's Story

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to wake up in a body that wasn't yours? A much, much younger body? I can't say that I had ever given it much thought. That was until one night when a patient entered the ER where I was working at and shot me point blank in the head. You know, if he wanted a second opinion, all he had to do was ask. But that's besides the point... Some how, some way, I work up in a strange hospital with a woman that looked suspiciously like my mother holding my hand and crying. Over joyed to see her, it took me a few minutes to realize that I was no longer the 25 year old, successful doctor at one of the most prestigious hospitals in the world. Nope, I was a 6 year old girl that for a moment... wanted her mother. When the apocalypse comes, it is everyone for themselves. I have three choices: do I fight for what I want? Will I run away and hide, or will I freeze when the demons of my past come back to haunt me? You might know me as the Healer, but this is my story to tell. ------ Fight, Flight, or Freeze is the second novel in the Rebirth in the Apocalypse series, this time featuring the Healer: Wang Tian Mu and her men. You won't have to read the first one to be able to understand this one, and she is not going to stay a child for the whole thing. Li Dai Lu and her guys will be popping in occasionally, but this is strictly Wang Tian Mu's story! I hope you enjoy! Other Novels: Rebirth in the Apocalypse: Third Time's A Charm (Completed) Star's Ships (Completed) Dancing With Monsters (Ongoing) As Silent As A Mouse (Ongoing) Find me on Discord: devilbesideyou666 (@Sakura#6289)

Devilbesideyou666 · Sci-fi
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372 Chs

Left To Pick Everything Up

43.

My respect for my grandfather continued to rise with each hour that passed. The butler, Peng Fei, was an extremely competent man who was able to take charge of everything and made sure it was perfect. At least Grandpa was smart to hire him all those years ago. I don't know what I would have done without him.

I stood, dressed in a black dress, with black nylons and Mary Jane shoes, between the coffins of my mother and grandfather at the funeral home, watching the people who kept coming up to me, offering me their condolences.

It was nothing but bullshit as far as I was concerned. Women sat in row after row, crying daintily into Kleenex, their eyes darting around to see what the others in the room were doing. If someone was crying harder than them, they would all of a sudden act as if they could no longer live without my grandfather around.

It was nothing but a joke… and I couldn't even laugh.