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Troye's pov

The doctor stuck a thin needle into the crook of my arm, assuring me that I would be asleep very soon. I thought about my parents waiting in the smelly lobby, praying that the surgery goes okay. I felt myself begin to fade away. I thought about Connor and school and my friends and Jagga and everyone and everything I loved. I had to get through this. For them. For him. I could not longer keep my eye open. The spluttered closed and I felt the feeling of drowsy sleep over come my whole body. You can do this Troye, I thought, You gotta make it through.
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SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT OML

ILL DO BETTER NEXT TIME IM JUST RLY TIRED

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