***TRIGGER WARNING | RATED MA***
~~~BOOK 2 IN LIAAIS SERIES~~~
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"Be Confident. Too Many Days Are Wasted Comparing Ourselves To Others. And Wishing To Be Something We Aren't. Everybody Has Their Own Strengths And Weakne...
Nathaniel gets to come home today, today is Saturday. I have to pick him up. Dakota gave me permission to sign the discharge papers. I also have news for him. I'm not leaving the 4th of July anymore. I'm leaving September 18th instead. I think he'll be happy. I hope so. I get to spend more time with my best friend.
I'm driving to the hospital now. In my Jeep Wrangler. Wearing a long sleeve dark blue tee, gray flat front shorts, dark blue Nike elites and some Nike skate shoes that I just threw on.
When I arrive I park my car and walk inside. As I walk through the doors there is a massive security guard. Why? I don't know. I look to the front desk. There is a woman signing papers and the guy behind the desk telling her what to do. I walk over. When I get there the lady puts the pen down and leaves. Just in time.
"Hunter, how can I help you?" He asks. He has short black hair. Blue eyes. Muscular. Has a beard. Wait a minute.
"Mason?" I say.
"Yes?" He says.
"Dude, I can't believe I didn't recognize you before," I say. Mason is one of Joshua's friends. Wow. I haven't seen that guy in so long it feels weird to even think his name.
"Well. Hunt, how can I help you?" He asks.
"I'm looking for Nathaniel," I say.
"Josh's bro?" He asks.
"Yes," I say.
"Okay, you're here to discharge, correct," he says.
"Yeah," I say.
"May I see your ID to clarify that you are Hunter A. Mathews?" He asks.
"Yup," I say. Then I take out my wallet from my back pocket and take out my ID. Then I give it to him.
"Okay, now just sign here," he says giving me a paper and a pen.
"Uhuh..." I say. I don't even read the paper. Then I sign the bottom and give it back to him. Then I say, "Can I have my ID back."
"Yup," he says. Then he gives me my ID back. Then says, "He's in room A14."
"Okay, thanks for the help Mason," I say and start walking down the hallway.
"No prob," he calls after me.
As I walk down the hall I look at the numbers. A1,A3,A5. A12, A13... A14! I open the door. He's leaning against the wall. Wearing a dark blue sweatshirt, tanish gray cargo shorts, black Nike elites, and some black and grey Nike running shoes.
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"Nate?" I say, leaning against the frame.
"Huh?" He says looking over to me, "Oh. Hunt. I didn't see you."
