<h1>Prompt Fill: 003. appendectomy 3A</h1>
“I recognize the appendectomy scar. That’s Jamie. Oh god, that’s Jamie.” She turned to bury her face into her oldest son’s chest. Her body shook with the force of her sobs and he wrapped his arms around her. She could feel his own tears wetting the top of her head.
“How… how did it happen?” Scott asked. He sounded grown up to her ears, more mature than his sixteen years.
“There was a single devastating blow to the back of your uncle’s head. He died near instantly,” the medical examiner said. “He felt no pain.”
Lilah wanted to shout at him–“How do you know there was no pain?!?“–but bit her tongue. He hadn’t been the one to murder her little brother. He was simply the one telling them Jamie was dead.
Her brother was dead.
Jamie is dead.
Her vision began to tunnel and there was a rushing sound in her ears.
I’m going to pass out, she thought. It was such a strange thing–she’d never fainted before–and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Gently pulling herself from Scott’s arms, she stumbled backward against the wall. When her shoulders hit, she let her legs fold out from under her.
Her butt hit the floor and everything went black.
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