Chapter 11

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Cassie's P.O.V.

The doctors took Corbyn. I'm pacing around the room while trying to keep up with my racing thoughts. Trying not to cry I bit my lip. I felt a hand on my shoulder, it was the officer's "It's going to be alright, Cassie." I nod. A nurse like she was cued in came up to us. "You can see Mr. Besson now." I practically run to his room. He was hooked to a dozen machines, I felt the tears rise to my eyes, soon after they spilled out and I began crying. "D-don't c-cry." Corbyn tries to get up to give me a hug but can't move, he's too weak. I wipe my eyes and I give him a small smile. I sit by him. "You ok?" I ask and he nods. "W-what's y-your n-name?" "Cassie." "T-that's a p-pretty n-name." "Thanks."

Corbyn's P.O.V.
She gave me the prettiest smile. I smile back. Cassie lays next to me and lays her head on my shoulder. I begin to play with her long dark brown hair. She yawns. It reminds me of a puppy's with the adorable little squeak at the end. She falls doses off to sleep. Soon after I fall asleep too.

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