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Blow on His Face

Author: Jojo
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-23 23:52:23

Louis' POV

My heart was racing, hammering against my chest like it was trying to break free. I couldn’t breathe. My vision blurred with panic. It felt like I was dying.

After the argument with my wife. I haven't been myself. I wanted to be nice to her. But I can't be. Why is that? Just why?

Instead I always say hurtful words to her. I think it's because of my illness. I need to find a cure for it immediately.

I bolted from the house, my footsteps uneven, legs trembling. Dave rushed to open the car door. "Sir, are you alright? Are you okay?"

"No," I rasped, my voice barely audible. "Take me to the doctor. Now. Please."

The car sped off as I clutched my chest, trying to hold myself together. At the hospital, they wasted no time. A nurse pushed me into a room. Monitors beeped. Cold hands pressed against my skin. The doctor examined me with that same look of concern I’d grown to hate.

"We need to renew your medication," he said softly. "Your symptoms are worsening. Louis, we have to co
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