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Chapter 23 by Cloontang1 Cloontang1

Who is it?

A woman

In the doorway stands a blonde woman. She walks into the room and puts a hand on your shoulder, gently pushing you back against the pillows.

"Too much movement could open your wound again. I was only just able to stop the bleeding a little while ago," the woman says as she smiles at you. As you get a closer look at her you see that she appears to be in her early thirties.

You attempt to speak, but your voice comes out as a barely audible croak. The woman leaves the room briefly and comes back with a glass of water, which she hands to you. Realizing how dry your throat is, you chug the water down in one sip.

"Where am I?" you ask, able to speak again.

"You're at my house. I found you lying in the street a few blocks down lying in a pool of blood. I brought you back here and cleaned and bandaged your wound. Name's Sarah. You?"

"Alana," you respond. "Thanks for saving me, but why did you do it? You have no idea who I am."

"I'm a nurse, or 'was' a nurse, before all this happened. I didn't know any of my patients then, either. That didn't stop me from caring for them."

"That was before the end of the world."

"The way I see it, we should keep doing what we did before the end. Only way to keep life somewhat normal."

"I don't think that's too realistic."

"Maybe not, but it's keeping me sane," Sarah chuckles.

"So, do you always undress your patients?"

"I'm sorry," Sarah blushes, "your shirt kept getting in the way. If it makes you feel any better, I didn't look at them. Ok, I did. I tried not to, but they were right there."

You laugh as Sarah stumbles through her explanation.

"It's alright. You saved my life, I think I can forgive you for looking at my boobs. You think I could have my shirt back, though?"

"Your shirt was bloody and torn. I got you one of my shirts instead. It should fit you. Oh, and I'm making some dinner now that should be ready soon. I can bring it in when it's done."

Sarah hands you a clean white shirt and leaves the room. You slip on the shirt, shuddering as your hands brush your bandages. You lie back again as you wait for Sarah to return.

What happens now?

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