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Nate tried reassuring her, doing everything in his power to calm her down.
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Eventually, she was just sedated as they loaded her into the ambulance. Her body went slack as they placed her in the stretcher and into the ambulance
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Nate was slow crying, watching her. He stayed behind when the ambulance drove away, packing a bag for the hospital again, although all he really did was add to the one he hadnt unpacked after the last hospital visit. 20 minutes later he was sitting in the hospital lobby.
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The doctors still had her sedated but she was stitches up and healing now. A nurse informed Nate and allowed him to see her
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Nate walked up to her room, dragging a chair over to her bedside and plopped down, watching her. Maybe this was how it was going to be from now on... her being sick, hospital trips every week... nothing was working...
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A couple hours later, Dakota woke with a groan. "Nate?"
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Nate smiled softly. "Hey, baby,"
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"why the hell does my head feel like it has stitches?"
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"Cause it does, honey. You fell and cut your head open pretty bad,"
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