Dear Dylan,
I’m so scared Dylan, you woke up again in the middle of the night and couldn’t breathe, good thing you had a breathing tube. They rushed you into another sugary. The air they put in your lung came out, thats what they told me. They said they have to do another surgery but this time they’re putting a balloon in your lung, how is that possible?
They have to do it within the next 24 hours or it won’t work, even with the surgery they don’t know if you’ll make it. I feel like I'm living in a world of fear Dylan. If don’t make it I don’t know how I’ll live. You are the only thing in this world that really matters to me anymore.
Love, Lacey.
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Dear Dylan
Conto"Are you going to be okay? Please be okay." HIGHEST RANKING #333 SHORT STORY.
