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As the nurse called my name, I stood up shakily and followed the nurse into the ER room. I walked through the halls of the hospital with all the moaning and groaning that I would hear muffled behind the doors. It freaked me out a little. Then we arrived at my room. We opened the door to release the stench of rubber gloves and advil. When I sat in the chair it made a squeaky noise but then it was silent. When I sat in the ER chair, I was thinking about how I ended up in this situation. I thought back to the simple situation and how it went from zero to one hundred. We were driving back from a party and my mom and dad were talking about the festivity. I got a bright orange glow sick and I had to crack it

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