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"It's pretty bad Ms. Y/N...
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I hit the punching bag too hard
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"What do you mean" I whimper
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"I mean he's been hurt very bad. We don't know when he'll wake up. If he does"
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My bandages begin to break
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"What" My eyes pool with tears as my chest aches.
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"Heres the situation"
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My hand begins to bleed
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"it's either we send him to Arizona to a place who specializes with people like this for $1,000,000,00″
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"Or we pull the plug"
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The bag breaks. And so does my heart.
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