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𝗢𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟲𝘁𝗵 (𝗦𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗮𝘆)
'Cause every time I try to leave, something keeps pulling me back."
𝟰:𝟮𝟳 𝗮𝗺
"Hello?" I said with a small groan.
"I need your help."
"Sev, are you kidding me? It's four in the morning, and you better have a goo-"
"It's Lana. I think she's sick." He cut me off.
"Well, what's wrong?" I replied as I sat up in my bed.
"She won't stop throwing up, and I've tried everything I could to help her." He expressed.
"Ok. Im on my way." I replied with a sigh, and he thanked me before hanging up. I slipped out of bed and started to get dressed.
I threw on a grey pair of sweatpants, a light white long-sleeve shirt, and a black zip-up jacket. I pulled my hair into a low ponytail, slipped my black 'Tasman' Uggs, and was out the door.
𝟱:𝟭𝟭 𝗮𝗺
"Where is she?" I asked as I set my things down and kicked my boots off at the door.
"In bed." I followed his lead as we made our way towards and into Lana's room.
"My poor baby. How are you feeling?" I asked as I crouched down to her bed's level and placed my hand on her forehead.
"I feel—ACHOO! Bad."
"I need a thermometer. While you're at it, bring me an ice pack." I ordered. Sev nodded and left the room.