When love is found it is cherished, appreciated, shared, and expressed constantly. But what happens when you're only given a certain amount of time to fulfill it?
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"Goodmorning Mr. Alsina." I looked up to see the nurse that normally checks up on me. Her name was Shauna if I remembered correctly.
"Mornin'." I mumbled, coughing a little.
That girl had put a little something in my IV and it was helping with the pain. I frown a little and look around, noticing she wasn't here today.
"Looking for Milan? She's off today. I miss her too." Shauna said, causing me to chuckle.
So that was her name. Milan. I couldn't help but wonder why such a random ass girl cared so much about me. I was grateful but apart of me can't help but question her true intentions.
"You slept through breakfast, so I brought you lunch." She sat a tray of shit on my small table and I simply nodded.
"I checked your records...you have no type of Emergency contact, no family or anything. Is there someone you want to call or?"
"I'm straight." I mumbled, fluffing my pillow a little.
"Let me know if you need anything." She said again.
"Aight."
Milan Anderson
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"Milan your waist is so tiny!" Arima shrieked as I stepped out of my car.
"It's just the shirt, don't be fooled." I laughed as we both walked into the mall.
"Girl no, that's all you. You're such body goals." I smiled and examined her outfit. She had on light washed jeans, a plain long sleeve white shirt, and some blue and white nikes.
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