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Dawn Wilson - 20Chapter 20 – It’s a lonely worldDawn Wilson - 20
Dawn froze in the door way. “Hello, sweet heart.” She didn’t recognise his voice. It was hoarse and weak. She ran forward and fell to her knees by the side of his bed, tears pouring down her face. “But you died!” Dawn sobbed. “How…?” “I didn’t die Dawn. I almost did. Your mother knew but kept it from you. We agreed to all be a family again one day and that it would be a surprise… but now…” “Mum…” Dawn whispered. “Yes.” “But it’ll be me and you dad, yes?”
“No, Dawn I’m afraid my health is deteriorating.”
“You’re dying?” Dawn could hardly say the wor
Dawn Wilson - 19Chapter 19 – Miracles do happenDawn Wilson - 19
“It’s a miracle really…” Those were the first words Dawn heard as she woke up. “Ah, here she comes… Dawn, this is Doctor Brown can you hear me?” Dawn nodded, her head felt heavy so she stopped. “Can you see me?” Dawn blinked. Eventually the room swam into life. It was obviously a hospital. She could tell by the whiteness and cleanliness of the place. She was in a typical hospital bed with white linen sheets and a graph at the end to show how the patient was doing. There was a bunch of flowers in the window sill, roses. There was a lady in a white coat leaning over her, her name tag identified her a
Dawn Wilson - 18Chapter 18 – CountdownDawn Wilson - 18
They took her out into the corridor. For a factory that is about to poison half of London, it wasn’t very busy. Where was everyone? They walked past the water tank room and Dawn’s question was answered. Hundreds of white coated scientists and uniformed guards we packed around each tank. Over one of the tanks there was a barrel shaped metal container. It was suspended by many wires and cables. Someone must have pressed a button, as the container’s lid opened and a horribly clear liquid gushed from within. The whole barrel was emptied into the tank. Dawn didn’t see anymore as they had passed the doors. They
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