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The nurses checked leims phone to find his emergency contacts and Lucille was the first one to show up so the hospital copied the number and called her |
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Lucille's phone went off in class at full blare, so her teacher took her phone, not giving her a chance to check it. Once she got it back at the end of the day, she listened to the voicemail the hospital had left her and immediately got her friend to drive her to the hospital. Hurriedly, she ran up to the receptionist, ignoring the line of people she had just cut. "Liem Neesee, which room?" she demanded, "Ma'am, you'll have to wait-" the receptionist began. "Where is he?" she demanded. The receptionist went wide eyed and nodded, quickly pulling up his information, "122," she replied. "Thank you," Lucille managed to say before running down the halls, finding room 122 and bursting in, running over to him in tears. "Leim, please, oh my god- please be okay..." |
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Leim was still out of it his hand still had the ring clutched it his grip, even the surged couldn't get it out, right then a nurse came in " oh hello in nurse lane I'm leims nurse, you must be his wife, did anyone tell you what all happened" |
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Lucille was sat on the edge of his bed, watching over him, sobbing when the nurse came in. "I-... I'm his girlfriend... No.. no one told me anything," she breathed. |
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" girlfriend? That's not what he had you as in his phone, his emergency contact said you were his wife, but ok so he broke two ribs he's lucky he didn't puncher his lungs, he also has a slight concussion, and he dislocated his knee cap so we had to repair that, but over all he will have bruises and his ribs will hurt so will his knee he might not even be able to walk for a few days, but he will get dizzy at random times and shouldn't drive for three weeks he also can't be doing much activity, and after the ribs start to heel he will have to do physical therapy, |
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"Yea..." she whispered, tears dripping down her cheeks as she gazed down at the ring box in his hand. It was such a petty argument compared to what happened. This was all her fault... She nodded, still gazing down at Leim. |
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Leim could feel that she was there but he couldn't open his eyes, move, or talk, he wanted to scream in pain, but the most he could do was let the grip on the ring box go, so he did, he let the box go |
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Lucille noticed his grip on the box go. She hesitated; she'd been so absolutely horrible. She didn't deserve that ring... she had been such an asshole... Gently, she took the box from his palm, opening it up. God, the ring was stunning... she started crying harder, she felt so absolutely awful, this was all her fault... |
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Leim tried moving, he felt like he was chained to the bed, it felt like his eyes were glued shut, it felt like his mouth was sewed shut, but they weren't |
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"I'm so sorry..." she sobbed. "I love you... I'm so so sorry..." |
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