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Christabel

Miranda's POV

I felt weak, drowned in my own sweat as I ran towards the hospital reception. The nurse there just kept looking at me and not understanding what I was saying at all because I was a mess. There was only one name on my lips, a single name that had me almost disabled from fear.

“C.. Christabel..? Christabel!?” I kept saying, repeating the name and bawling my eyes out.

“Who is it, Ms..?” The nurse asked but I can't explain, just how can I..? A very healthy person just typed enthusiastically to me, very much happy about modeling for an endorsement, now where's that healthy person? In the hospital..?

“C.. Christabel..” I repeated, breathing harder in minutes that I could collapse any moment soon. My limbs feel weak, and my head..? Both mentally, physically and emotionally, I am drained.

I swiped to unlock my phone seeing as repeating just a name wouldn't help. I went to my gallery where I swiped through different folders and pictures and finally, I got one that I was looking f
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