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5:38 PM
First of all, thank you the sweetheart that healed me. Marina, I have no idea how you did that, but right now I don't even care. All that matters is that I'm alive, and healthy. And it's all thanks to you. I owe you my life, literally.
Second... where the hell AM I? I mean, I read the pamphlet the dog left for me (another sentence I never thought I'd type), but this can't be real, can it? I feel like I must still be in that wreckage, hallucinating to cope with the pain.
Regardless, on the off chance that this is real... hi, everyone. I'm Doctor Lexie Grey.
Second... where the hell AM I? I mean, I read the pamphlet the dog left for me (another sentence I never thought I'd type), but this can't be real, can it? I feel like I must still be in that wreckage, hallucinating to cope with the pain.
Regardless, on the off chance that this is real... hi, everyone. I'm Doctor Lexie Grey.