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"No, I don't want to leave Bay City; I need to stay in Bay City. Even in death, I would die in Bay City. No, even in death, I must take two others down with me; I can't just die in vain!"
Phoebe Smith screamed with all the might she could muster, as though leaving Bay City would truly be the end of her.
Mateo Torres cast a cold glance at Phoebe Smith through the doorway, then turned and walked towards the elevator at the end of the corridor. He had said his piece; what choices they made next were not his concern.
In the hospital ward, Phoebe Smith's cries were earth-shattering, as if the sky itself was collapsing.
"Phoebe, how could you do something like this? Now that you've become like this, what shall we do? What am I supposed to do?"
Susanna Smith looked at Phoebe Smith's empty leg on the hospital bed, thinking of the two wounds on her abdomen, her heart ached so much as if it were bleeding.
