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Michael

"I'm here to see Luke Hemmings." I say running up to the nurse station.

"He's asleep, Michael." She said quietly. Mary looked at me. "Luke isn't doing so good."

I looked down and bit my bottom lip. "Can I just sit with him?" I ask choking back a cry.

She nodded. "You know where he is."

"Mom," I say looking down again. "Please just stay here. I want to do this alone."

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note; slowing dying while writing this rn.

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