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The teardrop from my face at the doctor’s last words and I can’t help the rasped cry that leaves my mouth and I take to my heel, running as fast as my legs can take me out of the hospital, past the host of reporters and onto the side of the road. I do not know where I’m running to. All I know is I have to get away from here as far as possible. I just keep running and not stopping for any reason even as my breath grows faint. I just need to get out of the hospital, the state, the country and, if possible, the...