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Exasperated, that's what I was- am. My pride that was once stored within me has now vanished into billions of particles, dissolved and evaporated into the mass air that surrounds me. Lifeless: nothing more, nothing less. I lay, placidly, willingly, acceptingly, though, my body is no longer belligerent; it's given up.
My name is Kaitlynn Malik and this is my story.

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13. Chapter 13.

I slowly open my eyes and look around the familiar white room. I see Harry asleep in the chair in the corner of the room. Where's Zayn?

"Where-where's Zayn?" I ask Harry as he begins to stir.

"Huh? Oh, he went to talk to the nurses."

I open my mouth to reply to him but the door opens and Zayn walks in, holding a stack of papers.

"Good news," Zayn says, smiling.

I smile back at him. "Yeah? What is it?"

"You can go home today." I nearly squeal in joy. This isn't good news, it's great news! "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down there."

"I'm just so happy."

"Me too," Harry and Zayn both say in unison.

I look back and forth between them both as they glare at each other. This is going to be a long afternoon.

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