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Stockholm Syndrome, Chapter 2 - Melissa Yuan-Innes
I screamed. It happened so fast. I’d never seen anyone use a gun, except my dad fooling around with a BB gun in our back yard, and now Stan dropped to his knees before he caught himself on his hands, gurgling. Behind him, the blonde woman and her husband ducked into triage and slammed the door behind them. Suddenly, only me, Stan and the gunwoman stood in the hallway. “Call 911!” I yelled in the general direction of the nursing...