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Emma, looking quite fragile and pale, lay there on her hospital bed. The heart monitor beeped steadily beside her, her hands by her sides and the only thing moving was her chest with every breath she took--no matter how short. |
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He watched her and sit down in a chair he pulled to her side he eat the sandwich real quick and draink some of the red bull |
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Emma woke a few hours later as the sun was setting. She had a splitting pain all along her side where the stitches were, her gasping with nearly every breath. "Leim?" She muttered |
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He watched her and sit down in a chair he pulled to her side he eat the sandwich real quick and draink some of the red bull |
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Didn't mean to post that twice))he was awake and looked at her " yes " |
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" you need surgery again" he said softly |
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"Why?" She asked, panicking as her heartrate shot up |
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" calm down please " he paused " you were bleeding internally and just needed some help" |
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Emma was shaking in fear again, crying |
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Bright Sunshine with a few High Clouds
