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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)

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Memories in Mirrors

I studied the man in front of me. He was the representation of how he viewed himself, and this man thought very highly of himself.

He wore pleated gray dress pants that looked like they cost as much as half of my entire wardrobe and a pale blue sweater to match. Under the sweater, he was wearing a white dress shirt with a darker blue tie, the knot peeking out from over the top of the sweater.

His silver glasses seemed to sparkle in the darkness of his mind.

Clearly, this man considered his image to be very important.

"You look familiar," murmured the man as he cocked his head to the side. "Where have I seen you before?"

Raising my eyebrows, I looked at the man. "Besides right now? I have no idea." If he didn't want me to finish healing him, couldn't I just move on, get my guys, and leave? Why did we need to have a whole conversation?