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Levi
I rushed to Meg’s other side as Dani held her while she sobbed. She had seemed so surprised and appalled by the laugh that had erupted out of her that she had finally allowed her pent-up sadness to emerge.
Although I knew she probably needed the emotional release of crying, I felt the urge to do something to help. I’d have done anything to make it better for her, but I didn’t know how.
When Meg’s gut-wrenching sobs finally subsided and she pulled back from Dani, I brought her a box of the hospital’s generic, scratchy tissues. She grabbed a few and swiped them across her wet face.
“She could probably use some water,” Dani suggested, giving me a pointed look.
Thrilled for a job, I said, “I’m on it,” and headed out to find the vending machine.
On my way, I found a candy-striper
