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"...help..." she whispered, slowly loosing conciousness again, |
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"Oh god," He muttered, dialing 911. |
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Kylie lost consciousness again. |
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The paramedics arrived and assesed everything, leaving Max behind. |
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Kylie flatlined in the hospital, but thankfully, the doctors managed to get her heartbeat back. Hours later, she was stable and everything had been stitched up, but still unconscious. |
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Max came in once they were done, pulling a chair up to her bed and sitting. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it, broken to see her like this. Sleep eventually claimed him...drifting off.. |
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Kylie woke a little later. She gazed over at him groggily. "Max..." |
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He stayed asleep, not hearing her. |
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Kylie sighed, staring up at the ceiling. She was weak, but she was awake. |
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Max remain asleep, fingers still tangled in hers. |
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Bright Sunshine with a few High Clouds
