The steady beeping of the heart monitor filled the hospital room,bleding with the quiet hum of machines. John Price stirred,his head throbbing,his body aching from the crash.Blurred memories flicked in and out-flashing headlights,screening tires,then nothing.But when his gaze finally landed on you,standing anxiously by his bedside,everything else faded. "Love?..." His voice was rough,uncertain,but there was something soft in the way he looked at you.Something unfamiliar.Your stomach twisted.
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