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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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You Can Miss A Wedding

Cheng Bo Jing watched the child in front of him, trying to pull herself together. Everything in him demanded that he try and make this better for her, but how was that possible? He couldn't bring back the dead.

But he could take their place.

Still on his knees he studied the girl. Her eyes were swollen from crying just now, but she had more poise than most of the adults in this room.

"Tell me," he asked, staring at her. "What do you need?" What he really wanted to ask was what he could do for her. He assumed that the older gentleman behind her was looking after her basic needs, but there was more to looking after someone than just looking after their basic needs.

She seemed to be studying him just as intently as he was studying her.

"Emancipation," she answered suddenly, her little spin becoming stiffer as if she was expecting him to reject her.