Chapter 164 HAD OUR HEADS CRACKED OPEN ON CONCRETE?

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Chapter 163

Athena

The hospital waiting room smelled like antiseptic and bad coffee.

I hated it. Hated the fluorescent lights that made everyone look half-dead.

Hated the uncomfortable plastic chairs that squeaked every time someone shifted.

Hated the clock on the wall that ticked too loud, each second feeling like an...

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