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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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Because Of Him

The surgery wasn't the easiest one that I had ever been in on. It felt like something that might have been done at the very beginning of the field instead of hundreds of years later, but we got it done.

As I was stitching up the incision, Bin An Sha removed his bloody gloves and his gown and walked over to the pile of blankets that we had placed in a warm corner of the room. 

We were grossly underprepared to help give birth, especially in such a trauma inducing matter. Usually, the mother would have been awake the whole time and would have been able to hold her child for a moment before the nurse took the infant away.

But the mother was passed out, and there was no nurse. 

So, the beautiful girl was piled under a bunch of blankets to keep her warm until I was able to give her a bath. 

She was one of the most beautiful babies that I had ever seen. Her brown eyes had flickers of gold in them as she blinked up at me.