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1 in the afternoon

It's visiting hours, finally!

I know you're okay, but my heart is still in my throat

Maybe I should start getting used to seeing you on that bed. Motorbike accident, Berry aneurysm, failed parkour stunts, gastritis...

"It's only a few bruises. Don't look at me like that," You say when you see me.

You'll never understand it. I am deathly scared of losing you. I almost did.

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