She usually ignored the voice, but this time she listened and forced herself back onto her feet. She needed to get to Grey's. Her father had wanted her to go there. And, there, she might be able to find answers as to what exactly her father had gotten himself into. She needed to know that much, at least. And she had to move in order to do that. She could not allow her emotions to freeze her up.
She looked down at her dress, stained with dirt and blood. Her hands were the same, and trembling. She clenched them into fists.
Get up, the voice said.
“I'm up,” she whispered back to the voice. “I'm up.”
Continued in Part Two...
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