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Raj took her to a parking lot, just as she was. Whipped out a bandage from his pocket and

treated the wound as best as he could. They reached the entrance of a hotel.
They saw an old, haggard-looking doorman. The doorman said in a funny, high-pitched voice,

“Where’s my bag, man?”
She immediately panicked. As Raj said to his friend, “In my briefcase.”

He got a pathetic-looking paper bag out of his briefcase and showed it to the doorman. “It’s the

money you wanted sir.” The doorman smiled. Sneha looked confused. “I got it for you. The
doorman smiled and walked away from the front door of the hotel. Raj threw the small piece

of paper towards him, hid the similar looking pieces with him, hundreds of them.
As Raj and Sneha walked into the front door, something strange happened. It was a hospital.

Even stranger, it was the same hospital as the flashbacks. He pulled out a bundle of notes and

gave the bag to the person, who came out of nowhere, wearing a lab coat. The man said, “Is
that all you came with?” “Nah.” Raj went through his pocket and handed him the rest of the

papers. Sheha’s eyes bag to feel heavy.
It took great strength to reopen her eyes. She’s in a hospital bed. She’s on her deathbed. Her

eyes became even more heavy. But then they opened immediately. She’s on her way to find
Raj while a voice is fading away. The voice was saying, “This time make sure she doesn’t get

shot”.

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