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Early the next morning, I met Jasmine and her dad at the front of the clinic to visit Tyler. We all hugged each other in greeting and then headed inside. On our way, I explained to both of them that Tyler was not in great condition, but my mom had cleared him for visitors that morning after a tough overnight recovery. Jasmine's dad nodded, appearing a bit dazed.
When we made it to his room, Jack was already inside in a wrinkled T-shirt with dark circles under his eyes. I knew he had spent the night, and by the looks of it, he'd barely slept. Although my mom had suggested he go home, he refused. I couldn't blame him and convinced my mom to let my friend stay.
As we entered the room, Tyler stirred and gave us a bright smile, flinching as he tried to sit up. Jack instantly moved to h
