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My Wish: Wishes

I stared up at the spinning sky, not seeing the stars but seeing them, so many of them. The policeman’s pretty blue eyes no longer locked with my vision, so I was free to stare at the skies. That is, until he came back over and picked me up, deeming me unfit to walk since I had collapsed. He carried me over to an ambulance that was pulled over on the side of the bridge. A crowd of people were gathering, and they all shouted in relief when they saw the policeman carrying me. A fellow officer ran up to him, crying. “Charlie, do you know why she tried to jump?” He blurted. Charlie responded, “No. I’m just glad she’s safe.” He set me on the rolling gurney, and the paramedics bundled me up into the ambulance and roared off, Charile in the back with me.

Must’ve passed out, because when I woke up I was sitting in a hopsital bed with those ANNOYING beeping machines around me. Charlie was snoring in an easy chair by the door, and a nurse was drawing blood. I shrieked when I saw the needle, and began thrashing.
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