“You suck at this.”  Staring at the cards in my hand, again I thought that this game didn’t make sense.  I was convinced she had made it up.  A few long days it has been like this.  Me sitting in bed, Anna trying to find a way to keep me entertained.  Mostly with cards and movies.  The doctor had made an appearance twice each day.  Dr. Connors.  Annoying man.  Short.  Thick glasses.  Wouldn’t let me walk until yesterday despite me being able to move again.  Doctors kept me sedated when I could be out with my gun.  Learned what the metal against my chest was.  Apparently, Anna was terrified that I wouldn’t live, so she placed her necklace, the one I had wanted her to let go the week prior, around my neck.  A simple gold...

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