Prologue

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I waited head in my hands. Tears were falling down my cheeks as the words " It's all my fault, it's all my fault." Play through my head again and again. I hear foot steps from the hospital corridor coming towards me. As I whipped my tears I stood up and asked the doctor "How's she doing?". The doctor looked up at me and replied adjusting his glasses and looking down at his clip board "Its not promising but there's still a small chance that she'll pull through. If she does it may take several months for her to make a full recovery."

I slowly nodded " Ok. You'll do whatever it takes right."

"We'll do our very best." the doctor said placing his glasses in in pocket.

"Can I see her?" I asked.

"I'm afraid not but we'll notify you
of visiting times if you want."

"Yes please." As the doctor began to walk away he said to me "Take care.". I didn't reply I just nodded.

I sat back down in the seat where I was before and began to cry again. It just took me a while to realise the small quantity of blood I had on my hands belonged to my girlfriend. Gwen Stacy.

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