“Garrett,” she calls when I reach the hospital exit. I spin and find her jogging my way. Regardless of the fact that her eyes are swollen from crying and there isn’t a shred of makeup on her face, she still looks ridiculously beautiful. “Are you okay?” she asks. When she reaches me, her fingers glide across the skin of my forearms and I want to flinch from her touch. “Yeah. I just needed air. Are you okay?” “I am now,” she replies solemnly. “Your mom said we should go home and rest.” “What about her?” “She’s not leaving his side.” When her hands reach for me again, I let her wind them around
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