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That afternoon, she was helping him out of the hospital, after he was discharged. "Alrighty, just step up." She stated, helping him into her truck. |
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Dylan stepped up into the truck, getting in. The doctors found that he was diabetic, and so he now had a tracker on his arm that connected to his phone. |
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She made sure he was okay first, then climbed into the drivers seat. |
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"You alright?" She asked, after pulling out her truck keys. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan smiled at her and nodded. "Lil, I don't have cancer, I'm not dying. I just have diabetes," he chuckled, teasing her playfully. |
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"Diabetes is still a pretty big thing to be worried about." She frowned. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan nodded, "True, but I know what to do, and I have a tracker on my phone now, so I should be fine," |
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"Okay... if you say so. I'm just happy you're comin' home." She stated. |
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Sunny
