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| The Elders | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Up in one of the press boxes, two women -- one young and the other much older -- sat looking out over the game. The both wore long cloaks reminiscent of medieval times -- pitch-black velvet with large hoods that covered their heads completely. "You are sure you sense her presence here, Hodoer?" the younger girl asked. "It is simply a football match." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Yes, but you forget, Verdai, she has no knowledge of her past," said the older woman. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "It's hard to believe that after all this time, the prophecy has finally come true. Do you think everything else predicted will follow?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Of course. Yet, before we make any assumptions, we must see that my instincts are correct. We must find the girl." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The older woman handed Verdai a piece of old rolled up parchment. Verdai opened it to see the sketch of a young girl's face. She pulled out her pair of binoculars and scanned the crowd. One couple caught her attention because of their strange sense of fashion. They were both decked out in a lot of black leather, the boy wearing only a vest, and the girl had streaks of blue and red in her hair. Verdai's eyes were about to pass right over them when the girl jumped off the fence and began speaking to another pair of boys. Her face was an exact copy of what was on the page she held in front of her. "I've found her, Hodoer! She's there!" She handed the binoculars to the old woman and pointed off to the side of the field. "She has colored hair." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I see that, Verdai," the old woman spat. Laying the binoculars in her lap, she sighed. "Finally, we've found her. After so much of my life spent dreading this moment, we've ultimately found Coriadae." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Herbert begged him all afternoon for an explanation, but Aidan stood his ground. "I'm not telling you what I did. All you need to know is I'm now fifty pounds richer and can't wait to see that girl looking like a cheerleader." They went to a small diner and sat down at a private table. He pulled the wad of money from his waistband and began counting it. "Did you see the look on her face when she walked away? It was priceless!!" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I think you've just made yourself an enemy for life. Once you've pissed her off, she's gonna spend every waking minute of her time on finding a way to make you sorry. And believe me, you'll be wishing you never came here." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "That's not that hard to do, Herb, remember? I didn't want to be here to begin with. Making me want to leave is as easy as looking at me." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Alright, you want it put in another way? You'll wish you were never born. Better analogy?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I guess." Aidan was beginning to worry. Herbert continued to warn him against Corinne, saying that she was really horrible, but Aidan wouldn't listen. He remembered everything he said, but he just wouldn't pay attention to it, and Aidan was wondering why he kept going after her. After a few warnings, he usually stopped doing what he was being warned against for fear it was hazardous to his health. But he couldn't seem to get enough of Corinne. Herbert kept saying he was suicidal. Aidan was beginning to agree. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| The next Monday, Aidan arrived at school, found Herbert, and waited outside Ms. Tippin's class with a video camera. Aidan wanted to record this. He buzzed with energy when he heard Corinne's bike approaching, readying the camera in his hand. She pulled down the drive and Aidan's jaw dropped in utter shock. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| She was dressed exactly as she'd always been. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Aidan stormed up to her when she began to park. "You bitch! We had a deal! Where's your damn skirt?!" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "You think I was actually going to keep that part of the bet?" she laughed. "You're more gullible than I thought you were. You see, I don't care about fifty pounds, but there's no way I'm letting you get your way that easily. You'll have to work for it." She finished locking her bike up and sauntered off. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Aidan growled. Herbert gaped. "My God. I've never seen her treat anyone so... so..." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "So poorly you just wanna strangle her?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "No, man. She let you off easy. Usually she works them over a ton before she talks to them again. She must like you." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Yeah, great. That's just what I want," he replied sarcastically. "Now what the hell am I supposed to do to keep myself entertained?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Herbert shrugged. "You could stalk her or something. You seem interested enough in her to do it, so why not go the whole way?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Shut up, Herb." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Aidan spent the rest of the day brooding over how fiendish Corinne was turning out to be. Herbert said this was her when she was tame, but how could it be? She was driving him crazy! He couldn't have been angrier with her if she'd just bombed his beloved truck. Yet with everything he hated about her, he couldn't get her out of his thoughts. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Aidan lay in bed that night staring at the ceiling again. He had one of Blink 182's early albums playing softly from his boom box in the corner. He was feeling more anxious than ever. The more he was around that insufferable she-demon called Corinne, the more he thought about her. He wanted to hurt her, but wanted to hold her at the same time. She was on his mind all day and he planned his every move around hers, at first wanting to avoid her at all costs, then changing his mind and wanting to see her once more. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| It drove him crazy. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The image of her sitting in the music room with the guitar, her eyes closed, singing to herself, circled in his head. It was in his dreams, and was coupled with her attempting to seduce him and leaving him in a slightly awkward moment to dwell on what had happened. He couldn't believe that his first impression of her was that she was an extremely choice date. Just enough rebellion in her to make the evening interesting, but not enough to send them to jail. Just enough to push the envelope and get them to have a nice little relationship that would drive his parents out of their minds. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Now he wished he'd never jumped to that conclusion. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Just then, he heard a small buzzing from outside. He leapt up and stuck his head out of his solitary window to see a black motorbike zoom by his house. A strange curiosity sparked inside him and he grabbed his jacket, bounding down the attic stairs and out the door. His parents cried out in shock, wondering where he was going, but he couldn't waste time with an answer. He knew that it had to be Corinne as he jumped into his pick-up truck. He followed at the alarming pace and suddenly remembered that he was supposed to be in the left lane. He cursed loudly and swerved. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He sped along trying to get closer to the tiny taillights of Corinne's bike. That's when he noticed exactly where they were going: the school's large empty parking lot. As soon as he'd seen her pull in he'd turned off his headlights and slowed down to a crawl. Once they pulled in, she began making rapid circles and figure eights, and Aidan silently parked at the side to watch her. She was an expert with her bike. Watching her, he felt his curiosity peeking -- as well as other feelings. She suddenly popped a wheelie and sped off to the other end of the parking lot. Reaching the end, she turned her bike to point at his truck, revving the engine menacingly. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Oh, shit," he muttered. She knew he was here, but he wondered how long she'd known -- or better yet, had she led him here on purpose? He didn't have time to think of the answer. She hit the throttle hard and sped quickly towards him, not wavering in her path until she was about to run into the side of the truck. She hit the brakes and swerved, causing the bike to skid sideways to a halt beside his truck. Aidan's heart pounded in his chest as he jumped out of the car to confront her. She ripped off her helmet and dismounted as he approached. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Are you trying to kill me?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "You must be bloody joking! You're the one who followed me in the first place! It would be all your bloody fault!" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Yeah, and I noticed that you happened to ride right past my house on your way here. A little out of the way, don't you think?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "And you just so happened to follow suit. You're so bloody predictable." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "You like tormenting people like me, don't you? You seem to thrive on it. I wonder how you lived when you had no idea who you really were. And what happened before you had such food as me to devour?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| She eyed him warily. "You talk like you're reading Shakespeare," she mumbled. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Ah, so you read?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Of course, you wanker. Everyone reads. Most punks -- or at least ones like me -- read all the artsy stuff... or haven't you heard of that trend?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He glared at her. "What the hell does that word mean?? I've never heard of a... wanker in my life." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Too bad. You should watch the BBC. It means you... jerk off too much for your own good." She remounted her bike and was preparing to put her helmet back on when Aidan walked over to her side and began mouthing off. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Listen you. I don't know what kind of forest creature has crawled up your ass and made a nest there to piss you off, because I sure as hell know I didn't do anything to make you mad. Now I wanna know why you purposely drove by my house tonight? Why the hell did you lure me here?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Maybe I just like to torture new kids." She grinned her mischievous grin and expected it to be over at that. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I don't give a shit! Tell me why you brought me here!" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "NO!" she yelled. "That would take all the fun out of it." She grinned again at his silence. "Do you find that this approach usually works? Or let me guess, you've never tried it before. In fact, you don't normally approach girls - am I right? The truth is that you're a quiet sensitive type but, if I'm prepared to take a chance, I might just get to know the inner you: witty, adventurous, passionate, loving, loyal. A little bit crazy, a little bit bad. But hey -- don't us girls just love that?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Aidan scrunched his face up in confusion. "Now why the hell are you quoting 'Trainspotting'?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Ah, so you watch movies that aren't American?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I watch movies about druggies and lowlifes. It doesn't matter what country they're from. I had to put the captions on to understand it, though... Wait! I asked you why you started quoting it!" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "You have noticed that you're flirting with me -- badly, but I don't hold it against you." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "What are you talking about??" Aidan cried exasperated. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Flirting's fun, isn't it?" She slammed her helmet on and revved her engine again, waiting for him to either retort or get in his truck. He huffed around, exasperated beyond words. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He got in his truck. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| She pulled the visor down over her eyes and he could still see her blue eyes barely shining through in the dark night. Turning her bike towards the road, she looked back at him in expectancy. He started his truck and followed after her, in an obvious game of 'Catch Me If You Can.' An onlooker would have no trouble seeing this, but Aidan only saw it as trying to run her down. They twisted, swerved, and sped on into the night, towards a destination only Corinne knew of. It was far past the edge of town, through the woods and into a large dirt paddock where she and some other bikers would race around. At night, however, it was abandoned. She led him there, hoping to show off her stuff and drive him nuts. He could never catch her, but she was going slowly just because she wanted him to see her. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| They arrived at the grove and Aidan skidded to a stop in the center of it while Cory sped circles around him. Despite the thirst to wring her neck, he was impressed with her riding talent. There were a few dirt mounds she drove over, catapulting her high into the air. She swerved, popped wheelies, did stunts that Aidan would be stunned to see a professional do, and finally halted her bike atop a hill to one side of the paddock. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Aidan watched her as she leaned forward, did an impressive stunt, just before the bike flipped and she fell to the ground, the bike landing at an awkward angle on her leg. He leapt out of the truck and ran to her side. "Corinne! Are you alright?" he cried. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| She pulled her helmet off and tossed it to the dirt, looking perturbed. "Fuck!" she yelled. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Aidan quickly pulled the bike off her, seeing that her leg looked fine, but definitely didn't feel that way. "Can you walk?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| She screamed in reply, throwing him back a little. Once she'd finished, she glared at him angrily. "Yes," she hissed. "I can walk." She pulled herself up onto her uninjured leg, but soon collapsed again when she put pressure on the other, letting out a yelp of pain. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "No you can't. I'm getting you to the hospital." He approached her, intending to lift her up, but she growled at him. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Touch me and die, Sheep." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "You know, if you get any more like a dog, you'll grow fangs and a tail." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Don't think that fake fangs haven't already appealed to me. Now leave me be." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "You're hurt! I can't just leave you here! I'm not like that. Now let me put you in my truck and get you to a doctor." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I'll plead insanity first." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Then I'll have you committed as soon as you're released." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "No! Don't touch me!" she barked. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Fine, I'll start with your bike, then." He picked up her bike and wheeled it to the truck, loading it in the back. Returning, he said, "If you don't behave, I'll have to toss you in the back with the bike. And I won't be gentle." She mumbled a few curse words and crossed her arms in front of her in a defiant sort of way. He picked her up -- cautiously, hoping she didn't bite as well as bark -- and carried her to his truck. "Now I see why you don't have many friends. You don't like to be around people unless you can intimidate them. Why do you do that?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| She didn't answer. She refused to look at him, but at least he could get her to some help. He got her over to his truck, opened the door with some difficulty, and hoisted her into the passenger seat. "Ow!" she cried as her leg hit the floor haphazardly. "Watch what you're doing! I'm not a rag doll!" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Sorry," he muttered, buckling her seatbelt. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He went to close her door, but stopped when she spoke. "Why... why are you doing this? I wouldn't do this for you." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Yeah, but you're a girl." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| She grunted with disgust. "You wanna try me? I could whip your sissy ass in a second--" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Don't waste your macho bullshit on me. I'm not even slightly fazed." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| She grunted again, but this time it was followed with a fist to his mouth. She hit like a hammer, and he stumbled backward in surprise. "Still think it's bullshit?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Ugh, you are unbelievable. Someone goes to help you and you thank them by ripping their head off. With that kind of reward, I'll be sure to come to the rescue more often. Is everyone in this God forsaken place crazy?!?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Suddenly, she grabbed his shirt and yanked him forward, slamming his newly bloodied lip into hers. The kiss seemed sincere, but he was unsure about trusting her. He wondered if she was toying with him again. She didn't pull anything. How crazy is this girl? he thought. First she hits me, then she kisses me? She really should be committed! Even thinking this, he couldn't pull away. Was it her grip or his own will? His heart pounded with excitement, and he was even slightly aroused, though he scolded himself for it. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| She finally stopped the kiss and still held him. He stared at her in confusion and she stared back. Then she pushed him away. "Like I said, I plead insanity. I'm delirious from the pain." She slammed the door shut in his face. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| She was insufferable, staying deathly silent all the way to the hospital. Every now and then, she would give a small moan of pain, and curled up into the corner of her seat, eventually falling silent. He turned on the radio to keep him sane, flipping to a heavy rock station that directed his anger. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Reaching the hospital, he turned to her and said, "I have to carry you in, now, so don't punch me again." She didn't respond. "Corinne?" He reached out and turned her towards him, seeing that her face was dripping with sweat, her eyes clenched tightly closed. "Shit!" He jumped out of the truck and yanked her out, carrying her at a run into the hospital. "Hello? Anyone? I need some help here!" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| A young nurse poked her head up over the counter of the nurse's station in curiosity. "Oh dear! What's wrong with her?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He told her the story as they put her on a gurney and wheeled her into another room. "And this just happened? Well, it's not a compound fracture, so that can't be it." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Compound fracture?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "It's when the bone breaks and pierces through the skin. That can cause delirium very quickly. But, severe pain has been known to cause fever as well. Did she complain of a lot of pain or discomfort?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "She doesn't like to show her emotions." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Ah, another independent girl. I'm guessing she did that to your lip, then?" He nodded. "Do you need anything for it?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "No, I'll heal." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Well there's only one thing that can calm a girl like that. Her boyfriend." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Great, do you know his number?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "You mean you're not?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "No! I'm new here. She's into biker men. Just fix her so I can get out of here." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Well, I'm not exactly sure how long it will take to get her back to normal. Do you know her boyfriend's name?" He shook his head. "Her parents?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "She doesn't have any." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Siblings?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "All I know is her cousin, Herbert." He wrote out his number and said that he needed to find Alex somehow. The nurse went to make the call and left him with a thermometer, telling him to try to take her temperature. He stared at Corinne. He was worried before about her biting when she was perfectly in control of herself, but now the risk was a lot higher. "Great, this is gonna be a real chore." He held his hand down on her forehead trying to keep it still while he slipped the thermometer between her lips. Her head was slippery with sweat and she was burning up. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| She began writhing in pain, mumbling incoherent words. Yet in all the utterances, he swore he heard the specific phrase 'Amin naa marawelle.' The words struck a chord with him, but he had no idea why. They sounded like gibberish. He began saying her name, trying to snap her out of it. "Corinne, come on. Cory, wake up. You're in the hospital. Corinne!" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Amin naa irmolle. Alexander! Alexander, where are you?" she cried out. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Uh, Alex is on his way. Don't worry, Corinne. He'll be here soon." He stepped back, getting away from her and whatever she might do in case she started to flail about. "Uh, Nurse? Nurse?" he called out the door, but she didn't hear him. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Suddenly, Corinne grabbed hold of Aidan's wrist violently and pulled him closer. He started to pull away but couldn't get her to let go. He started to claw at her fingers, pulling at her impenetrable grip, yet his touch seemed to calm her down. She stopped writhing and took deep breaths, practically purring with comfort. Aidan became confused and nervous, but held her hand just to keep her calm. The most bewildering thing that struck him, though, was that she kept calling him Alexander and then talking gibberish. I thought her boyfriend's name was Alex. Who uses a guy's full name now a days?And what the hell does all that nonsense mean? And why call me Alexander? | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Sooner than he expected, Alex came bursting through the door of the hospital looking drunk and pissed. "I'm Alex," he slurred. "Where is she?" The awestruck nurse pointed him in the direction and he stomped over, wobbling a bit along the way. He stopped in the doorway, staring at Aidan in confusion. He pointed at him and said, "Sheep. From the match." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Uh... yeah," replied Aidan. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Get yer hand off me woman." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Right away," Aidan said backing off. He gave Corinne's hand over to Alex and stood back to watch something he couldn't explain. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Corinne began acting like she was dying, writhing in pain, moaning, and finally yelling out. "Alexander!! Alexander!! Don't leave me!! PLEASE!!" It started as soon as Aidan had let go of her hand. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Alex began chanting, "I'm here, Cory, I'm here. Remember me? It's Alex, yer man." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| But Alex is holding her hand now. Was it the contact or... me? Aidan needed to get out of there and soon so he could get his mind off everything that happened. He stumbled over to the nurse and said, "My name is Aidan Wittmeyer. Here's my number. Call me if anything happens to her, but if she's okay just give her the number, alright?" She nodded and he left as fast as his truck could take him. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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