Prologue
"Mom, why am I in so much pain?" 14 year old Penelope asked, tears streaming down her face.
"I don't know sweetpea. I just called Dr. Joe, and we are going to go see him in an hour." Her mom said. Penelope shook her head and turned away.
"Doctor's don't know anything." Her mom looked like she was about to say something, but then the phone rang.
"I'm sorry honey." Her mom kissed her forehead and went to go get the phone. A few minutes later her mom rushed in with Penelope's coat and shoes.
"Penelope, Dr. Joe just called and he wants us to see him now. Go grab Blueberry and your blankets, we might be there for a while."
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Terminal
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