Unordinary | The Old and New Cripple

Chapter 9

I opened my eyes in the hospital bed. I don't know how long I slept. The last thing I remember is fainting outside the school gate.

After a little while, I straightened up a little. I looked out the window and saw that it was already dark.

"You're finally awake."

While I was looking at the window, the school nurse called out to me. Right, I didn't pay attention to where I was, I'm in the infirmary.

"How long have I been sleeping?"

"I think it's been 18 hours. Don't worry, we put you in a special place, no one knows you're in the infirmary."

"Thanks. What happened to me?"

"I have to ask you this. One of the students found you unconscious outside the school gate. Then she brought you here."

"Do you know who it was?"

"I know! Another student who pops in every day like her daily routine! Her name has to be Evie."

Evie? Who could this girl be? I may need to have a little talk with her.

"Thanks"

I made a move to get up from my hospital bed. As soon as I got out of bed, I felt dizzy and fell straight to my knees. What is this feeling? As if something is wrong. I immediately took out my phone and tried to unlock it and stop the time.

Didn't stop

I tried again without losing hope

Didn't stop again

I tried again without losing hope

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