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Taylor sat at Jessica’s bedside and held her hand. Her friend had only opened her eyes for long enough to say Taylor’s name, then passed out again. The doctors warned her that might be the case for a few hours, but it still scared the hell out of Taylor.
She’d spent many nights holding hands in the hospital, but usually it was out of an abundance of caution because they were kids and her parents weren’t there. This was different. This was Taylor’s fault.
“You should get something to eat,” Dex urged. He put his hands on her shoulders, and Taylor ached to lean against him and let him help her feel better, but she couldn’t. She was the reason Jessica was lying in a hospital bed instead of at work or home or anywhere else.
“I don’t want to leave her.”
“I can go get something for you,”
