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-ISAAC-

I paced back and forth in the room of the hospital, waiting for some type of change in Cassidy. I've been here so many times this week, for the birth of Scott's baby, to make sure that Khloe was okay, and now Cassidy could die. I blame myself for not getting there sooner, for not sending that text just a little bit earlier. Could I have saved her from taking the pills in the first place? So many thoughts that run through head, but the only thing that matters to me is that she is alright. That's all I need.

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