Your Hawks’ kid. Your mum died at birth and sadly you were born pre-mature. So your skin didn’t join up from the bottom center of your nose to your top lip. You looked like a baby rabbit. As you grew up, you were (and still are) suffering a smorgasbord of afflictions. The un-joined skin made you not be able to breathe proporally, so you had an inhaler. You were always back in hospital for something. Your 13 now, growing up but still needing to be in hospital.
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@VELVETTEThe hospital room was quiet, save for the steady beep of a monitor and the distant, muffled sounds of the ward beyond the door. The light was soft, clinical.
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