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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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Only Makes It Worse

Cheng Bo Jing had been driving for about an hour now. Neither one of us really said anything, but the silence wasn't awkward. It was comforting.

"Have you been to the house yet?" he asked, finally breaking the silence.

"No," I admitted. Bai Long Qiang only told me that he had bought a house for the two of us, but that was the extent of the information.

"I guess that is a stupid question since you haven't been here since –"

"The funeral," I said, finishing his sentence. I still felt the pain of their deaths, but it was no longer as crippling as it was before.

He nodded. "I didn't know if he had sent you any pictures or anything along those lines."

"Nope," I answered with a shake of my head. A home never really meant anything to me. As long as there was a bed I could sleep in, I didn't care about the rest of it. When he offered to bring me here to help him look, I just brushed it off, letting him choose what he wanted.