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"How about you?" He asks, looking into her eyes, his red. |
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"The usual barely slept, woke up coughing and in pain but I'm used to it now..." She said sadly |
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Caden nodded, taking her hand in his. |
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Rose squeezed his hand gently, the doctor coming into the room and signaling for Caden to walk and talk with him |
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Rose squeezed her hand back and hesitantly followed the doctor, casting one last look at her before following. |
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"Mr. Ortiz....Or do you prefer Caden?" The doctor inquired softly, his expression obviously controlled |
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"Just Caden is fine," He informed, body tense, eyes worried. |
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"Caden...Your wife seems to be doing worse, yet we still don't know what it is that is nearly killing her...We're sending you both home with a few medications but...." The doctor paused, sighing. "We promise to coming back from this. Always expect the worst." He added, nodding to end the conversation and walking off |
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Caden felt his world spin, alarm bells ringing in his head as the doctor walked off. 'Always expect the worst?' It got worse then this? How? Why? Caden went to his bike and drove up to the mountains, silent the whole way. He needed to cool his mind out before he snapped at somebody. And snap he would. |
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A nurse walked into Rose's room and upped the pain medication after she coughed up more blood for a while. She had blood all over her hands and her lungs felt like they were on fire. She wanted Needed Caden....and quick |
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Chilly and Clear with Dropping Temps
