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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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First Day Of Med School

His question made me pause. I didn't want to flat-out admit to being eight; I wasn't prepared to lie to him like that. But at the same time, what do I say? No, I'm not eight. My soul was a 25-year-old woman who was preying on you.

Yeah, that sounded a lot creepier than just lying my ass off and hoping he never notices.

"Understood," he said quietly. "You'll have to tell me that answer when you are comfortable. Something tells me that there is a story behind your silence."

"Yeah," I admitted. Whether I was admitting to being eight or that there was a story, we both knew the answer.

"So, you are going to just up and leave? Your mom knows you have a cell phone, right?" I joked, trying to infuse some fun back into the conversation.

"Yeah, but no cell phones are allowed during basic training. I don't know what she is thinking," he muttered.