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"Why not? It could help my migraine." She responded, genuinely confused. "I mean, like my folks told me, I gotta walk it off." She paused, as she remembered that her entire family was narcisstic and abusive. |
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"No, you're not leaving--let alone driving--in that condition. You look pale as a sheet of paper, i'm not letting you get hurt out there." He explained, blocking the door way. |
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He nodded, hesitating for a moment before walking off. |
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She sat outside, enjoying the cool air, but yet, it still did nothing for her head pain. |
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He eventually went and sat beside her, not super close, but maybe two feet away. Marco was quiet for a moment, eventually looking over at her. "You alright?" |
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"My head is killing me. I've taken headache meds, my prescribed meds, not at the same time, obviously, tried ice, and nothing is working." She responded. |
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He nodded, unsure what to do. |
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"The doctor said it was normal, due to the head injury I got." She stated. "And here, I thought falling off horses hurt." |
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"Eh, it's like riding bulls. Once you get bucked off enough, you adjust." He explained |
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