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I pulled Chad closer to me.
He was unconscious when I saw him outside the house. I frantically called for Bryan to drive us back to the pack house because I couldn't take him to some human hospital. Bryan was driving and we were in the back seat.
My tears just started falling down as I ran my hand through Chad's longer hair. He was so skinny that I feel afraid he might break from my hold no matter how I tried to be gentle.
It was a long and dreadful drive. Chad was getting weaker inside and I couldn't afford to lose him.
"Hang on, baby." I whispered and kissed the top of his head. While the whole drive, I prayed to the goddess.
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All I could hear inside the room was the dropping of dextrose in the IV that was connected to Chad's hand. I was only standing and staring at Chad's
