Day 7.

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It's been a week. Still nothing. I see the nurses whispering about him. I know what they are saying. He's never going to make it. But they don't know Cas. He's a fighter. He can do this. He has to do this. If not for him, then for me.
Please Cas. I whisper as I sit next to his bed.
I'm sorry.

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