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Two whole weeks of medics hovering over me, ointments that stung my nostrils, and endless rolls of gauze.
That weird hospital smell of antiseptic still lingers in my head, even though now finally I can breathe actual fresh air. Just air. Normal air.
Finally I have something to keep my hands and mind busy. Everyone here treats me like Iām still sick.
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