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"What the--Liliana!" He called again, running over to the noise and blanking. "What on Earth..." Marco murmured, grabbing her before laying her down in the backseat of his truck, speeding towards the hospital. |
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"What the--Liliana!" He called again, running over to the noise and blanking. "What on Earth..." Marco murmured, grabbing her before laying her down in the backseat of his truck, speeding towards the hospital. |
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"Hng..." She groaned, semi-comscious, semi-unconscious. |
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They eventually got her situated and in a room, Marco sitting in one of the chairs. |
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Liliana laid on the bed, extremely pale. |
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Marco stayed, doordashing something to eat before drifting off in the chair. |
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She laid in the hospital bed, hooked up to monitors, and two IV lines. |
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He dozed, slipping into a nigtmare riddled with his trauma. He muttered incoherently in his sleep, brows twitching into a frown before his eyes flicked open in a panic, the man jerking up as his heart raced. Marco's gaze looked around, realizing he was fine and holding his head in his hands for a moment before leaning back once more and drifting off. |
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Liliana slowly regained consciousness, and looked at him. |
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Marco was asleep, looking a few years younger with his brow not furrowed for once, somewhat.. at peace. |
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