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"Oh my God, what have I done?" Ginny said breathless as Jemima sprawled on the floor.
The vase she used to hit Jemima was in her hands. She was scared and a bit shaky.
"I hope she's not dead."
She bent down to feel her pulse with her shivering hands and felt relieved it was still beating. She hurriedly went to lock the door, got back to where Jemima was on the floor and began to take off her scrub. In a minute, she was done. She wore the scrub and made her sister wear her hospital gown.
She grabbed her sister's bag, dug her one of her hands inside to be certain that her phone was inside.
"I wish you luck, Sis." She whispered as she took her glasses and her nose mask, glanced around the room one last time before leaving through the door.
'Whew, thank God, the hallway is cle
