Michael's POV

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It was almost the next day and she wasn't waking up.

Was she dead?

I don't know what could happen.

I started to get anxious as time crept on. 

She had to wake up. 

I knew she had to. 

Now it was just a waiting game. 

And boy did I hate waiting. 



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