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Just over three hours passed before Megan finally got off the sofa. She had been sitting with her knees drawn up to her chest for a long time, just staring at the wall. She didn't eat, mainly because she knew what it would end up in. With a loud sigh, Megan walked back into Alex's bedroom, and began tidying the covers on the bed. As she straightened herself, satisfied with the straightened material, the pain flooded her body. She didn't expect it, and fell to her knees, biting her tongue not to scream. It kept on burning her stomach, as if it wanted to annoy her by being stronger each time it came back to torture her again. Megan wrapped her arms around herself, rocking back and forth as she waited for the pain to pass. It didn't, just increased in strength each time she took a breath. Unable to take any more, Megan closed her eyes and fainted, falling beside the bed.

