Thirty Three
DPOV begins I can't get that image out of my head. Seeing her laying on that floor, not moving at all, I thought that I lost her forever. If I would only got there faster, maybe things wouldn't have gotten this far. This is the only thing that comes to my mind as I pace back and forth on the too lighten up hallway of the emergency room, waiting for someone to get out that damn door and tell us something. It's already been too long since they got her in there. Why is taking them so much time? We're all dying to know out here. Lissa comes my way and speaks to me, but I can't listen to what she tells me. It's hard to focus on anything right now. But then she takes my hand. "Lissa, what are you doing?" "I am taking care of your arm." my arm? What is wrong with my arm? I look at it as she's
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