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Gregg, Marcy March 1990, Presbyterian HospitalI opened my eyes again to see the man with the warm smile and the sandy blond hair from before. Dev."Marcy, " he said, taking my hand. "I know things are a little fuzzy right now, but it's okay. We're going to get through this. Together."It still hurt to talk, and for once, I was grateful, because I honestly didn't know what to say. Everyone kept telling me my memory was hazy because of the coma following the b...