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LUCAS’ POV
I stared at Stephanie speechlessly, and immediately bent to her, trying to see if she was still breathing.
“Damn.” I muttered, realizing she wasn’t breathing, and lifted her into my arms. She was quite heavy for a woman, and I had to grunt to adjust her properly in my arms.
Then, I placed her back into the car, and got in, trying to drive to the nearest hospital. I didn’t know if she had a medical condition, but if anything happened to her, I could easily be blamed, and apart from being blamed, I’d feel terribly guilty.
I hated being around victims. Somehow, my mind always found a way to blame me for their condition. Crazy, isn’t it?
Damn…
There seemed to be traffic on the road, and I kept glancing back at her, to ensure she didn’t fall off or stop breathing.
No matte
