PROLOGUE
"Vitals are dropping!". The exclamation form the nurse rang out clearly throughout the operation room. "She's going to die if we can't help her get..." the blonde nurse exclaimed before being interrupted by the surgeon. "I need to retract the bullet immediately from her heart, stay with me Angie, and please give me the briefing" the surgeon exclaimed. "Patient is 18 year old General Sarah O'Reiley. Cause of immediate hospitalization: attempted assassination attempt when patient appeared to reunite with friends/family. Objective of operation: Suture and repair any outside injuries and remove bullet from the heart. However, due to the way the bullet is lodged inside heart, this is an extremely delicate operation. Please be careful Dr. Stiles" Angie informed the surgeon. "Angie I will save your friend" he replied back. "Let's begin the operation" the surgeon told his assistant.
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"Convulsions are occurring!" "I'll massage the heart! It's too dangerous to use the defibrillator when doing open heart surgery!" The surgeon gently put his hand on the patient's heart and massaged it before a very quick beeping noise was heard. "Vitals are at 10! She isn't stabilizing!" Angie exclaimed. The surgeon got to work quickly and had just put the forceps on the bullet and pulled it out. He was about to apply a patch over the wound area when all of a sudden, the monitor hooked up to the patient flatlined. "NO!" the surgeon immediately called out. "GET ME THE DEFIBRILLAT..." "Right here doctor!" The nurse interrupted and shoved the paddles at him. "Akrughr! Starting at 250 and clear!" He presses the buttons on the paddles but no response came from the patient. "No! Again! At 300 and clear!" Still no response. "I'm not giving up! 350!" he said again and went through the same process but still no response. "Nghh... NOOO!"! The surgeon yelled out.
"No..." "D... Dr. Stiles?" "It... It's over Angie. I'm sorry. I couldn't even keep my promise to you. Time of death... 2:47 P.M...
I'm going to share some information about myself before I tell you my story. You must be wondering who I might be. I go by many 'names' but that's not important at the moment. My name is Phoenix Rain. I look like your average teenage girl, but I can assure you that I'm not. My appearance says otherwise. I had a rough life growing up. I'm also a soldier and have been through a nasty war which ended up with me losing my legs. Well, I must have rambled again haven't I? Anyways, let me tell you my story of how I got to be in the mess that I am in now...