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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

Where Do You Want It?

Okay, so he had me there.

"What do you need?" I asked, knowing that those words would be able to calm him down in a way that my lack of touch could not.

"I already told you," he admitted, dropping the two of us onto my bed. His arms were still tightly wrapped around me, but since we were not walking anymore, I understood that the tremors in his embrace were not from exertion but rather his fear. His fear that something had happened to me.

"You want to put a tracking device on me," I clarified. I really wouldn't have a problem with that. We were a few months away from graduating, and then he was off to boot camp for almost six months. Then, he would be pushed into even more training and exercises that would eventually steer his course into becoming a General like his father.

And I wanted nothing to distract him from becoming the man he was destined to be.