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English Story. PArt 1

The hospital is depressing. A white waiting room, filled with worried and stressed people. I am one of them. I pray to God in my seat. Pray that shes alright. Pray that He will help her. My hearts beating fast, Im out of breath, and Im drenched from the cold punishing rain. Somewhere in this place, she's hurt. And so I wait. I wait for the news that will either make me leave this place relieved or grieving. Please let her be ok. Please. A doctor enters the room, and walks towards me. Excuse me, are you Mr. Theodore? He asks. I nod and stand up. Is she ok? Is she hurt?