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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
Not enough ratings
372 Chs

(NSFW) Not A Bad Thing At All

"How could I not?" I asked, my hand still touching his silky smooth skin. I had never seen him actually shave, and yet, there wasn't even a hit of stubble to be seen. "You are stunning."

"I wish," smiled Bin An Sha as he continued to stare at me. "I have scars."

"We all have scars," I murmured in reply. My hand took on a mind of its own and started to make a path from his temple to his jawing, down his neck until it was resting on his bare chest. "It is how we continue to live with our scars that matters the most."

I bit my tongue, wanting to ask a stupid question like… why he was naked… but I really didn't want to bring his attention to his lack of a shirt, just in case he decided to throw one on.

Now, that would have been a crying shame.

My right hand continued to stroke his chest, wishing that I could be doing a bit more.