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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
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372 Chs

Not The Quack

I stumbled out of the elevator and into a beautiful lobby, complete with a security guard.

Fuck my life.

I knew I had blood running down my right arm; I could feel it drying and turning sticky with each passing moment.

"Excuse me, Miss?" asked the guard, coming around the desk and heading straight for me.

I couldn't wait around. He would call the police, and I was going away for murder. And if I did, there went my career. No one would hire a doctor who was convicted of murder. There was no way.

No, I had to run.

Before he could get any closer, I bolted for the doors, happy to see that they opened automatically for me. I was small enough that I didn't even have to wait for them.

Squeezing through the narrow crack, I left the apartment and sprinted down the street. I didn't know where I was going, and frankly, I didn't care. I just needed to get away from that place and the man that I killed.