My Story- part 2

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~5 years old~

Zippy noticed Marys look and sighs. He walks over and picks me up, "hey little soldier. We're going on a trip."

I look at Zippy, confused and excited, "where?"

Zippy smiled slightly and didn't answer. He walked out and sat me in the car, strapping me in. He gets in and starts driving to the unknown location.

We soon arrive at the hospital. My dad gets out and walks into the hospital, holding me close. I look around, noticing that their was doctors everywhere. "What are we doing here?" I thought to myself. I soon found out when I was injected with too many needles to count. The last thing I remember is being in alot of pain before I pass out.

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