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Rose woke up, feeling like hell |
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Caden passed out again, bottle in hand. |
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Rose puked in her bathroom before passing out again |
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Rose woke the next morning with a splitting headache but she still went to work |
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Caden still didn't wake, the mailman seeing him passed out on with his head on the counter. He called 911, figuring he wasn't just asleep. An ambulance came, taking Caden to the hospital. He still had Rose as his emergency contact, having forgotten to change it. They called Rose, the first thing being asked: "Is this Rose Ortiz?" |
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"The hospital in Moscow, this was the only emergency contact written." She explained, confused why Rose was confused. |
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"Um...okay i'm on my way" She said, booking the flight for that evening. She tapped into her savings account, transferring it over to her card so she could afford the ticket. She boarded the plane that night, getting to the hospital. She was directed to Caden's room and she walked in, nervous |
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Caden sat there, on a call with somebody in Russian before he spotted Rose and blanked. He hung up, eyeing her for a long moment before speaking heavily accented English. "What're you doing here?" He asked, curious. |
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Morning Showers then Cooling
