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Nathan Croft - "Cmon, baby, let me help you," |
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Dakota felt a tear roll down her cheek and she took a shaky breath. "It hurts. Badly." She admitted, looking down |
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Nathan Croft - Nate wiped her tear away. "What do you need, baby? Ice? Painkillers?" |
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"I don't know" she admitted, her walls coming down slowly |
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Nathan Croft - "Hey, hey, shh, you're okay," he said wiping her tears. "Just tell me what you need, so I can help you, okay?" he said gently. "And then we can cuddle and watch a movie, or have a good cry, or whatever you want to do," |
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"I just don't know" she said quietly. "It's just hard to accept I need to be careful for the next couple weeks. I want to go ride and get back to regular life, but I can't" |
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Nathan Croft - Nate enveloped her in a hug, careful not to hurt her. "I know, I'm sorry, but you can do this, I know you can," he reassured her. "Is there anything I can do to either help with the pain or make you feel normal again?" |
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Dakota shook her head, unable to find words. She melted into him, her pain pushed to the back of her mind for the moment |
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Nathan Croft - Nate held her, "Its okay... it'll be okay..." |
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Dakota didn't talk, just closed her eyes and tried to relax. It didn't work |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
