⊹⊱⋛⋋ ⋌⋚⊰⊹ Arron McAlister⊹⊱⋛⋋ ⋌⋚⊰⊹
"The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague.
Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?"
- Edgar Allan Poe
Arron slowly woke up after a couple of hours. His fever was completely gone. The doctor gently injected him with medicine just in case before he left. "Let's go home...I don't want to be here. Are you okay?"Arron said softly as he slowly got redress because he could still feel pain. He didn't know anything about his father and didn't want to know anything about him.
⊹⊱⋛⋋ ⋌⋚⊰⊹ OutOfCherries: N/A⊹⊱⋛⋋ ⋌⋚⊰⊹
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