I stared, water suspended in the door frame. I was in an enclosed room. If I open the door, water would flood in. How long do I have to hold my breath? Would it be enough? How far did the water go? Did I have enough air in my lungs to make it out? I stood to the side of the door, knowing that if I opened it, water would rush straight at me and may knock the wind out of me, not allowing me to swim or hold my breath. I felt that if I stood to the side, I'd have a chance to survive. I took a breath and opened the door. Water rushed in hungrily consuming the open space. It filled my shoes and came up to my knees, but didn't encroach any further. I was safe. I walked the halls of the hospital, where nobody noticed anything unusual at all. .
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