Early on Saturday morning, I woke up to my name being called.
"Nicole, baby, wake up."
-It was 7:39, I really didn't know what was going on. I normally get up around 8 or 9 when I didn't have anything planned.
"Hey, baby, what's wrong?"
"Can you help me? My arm really hurts, I can't really move it."
"Yea, sweetie, of course! But, do you know why it hurts?"
"Uhh....no."
-I didn't believe him, He had his arm covered up. I went to go lift it up and he stopped me. I knew that there was something there.
"Do you need to go to the hospital, Ryan?"
"No. I just need your help. - please just help me."
-He started having a panic attack, I didn't know what to do. I was so scared, I didn't know what to do. I got bandages and wrapped up his arm. I told him we were going to the store, I was driving to the hospital.
"Sweetie, we don't normally go this way." He said a little worried
"I know, I just...I want to see what way is faster."
"Oh, okay."
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Our story: the start
Dla nastolatkówI held my eyes shut, hugging him, about to tell him everything will be OKAY. We both know it's not. He's so strong. Always telling me it's going to be okay. He's went through it all before, he knows how it all turns out. That's why he is so brok...