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Do I Want To Kiss Him?
The car arrives at the clinic. I walk inside and see a lot of injured people. Some I recognize from earlier in the penthouse. Something terrible must have happened. I pray nothing serious happened to Stefano. I find a nurse who takes me to his room. I knock on the door before entering, once I set my eyes on him, some of my worries disappear, but I can still feel my eyes watering due to his injuries.
“Stefano, how are you feeling?” I ask, walking over to him to stand by the bed.
“I am fine, what are you doing here?”
Stefano is far from fine. He has a bandage around his right arm, a nurse is bandaging his stomach and I am sure he broke a few ribs. There are a few cuts on his face, but they will heal in no time. He looks horrible, I try to keep my tears at bay because of how injured he is. I wonder what happened.
“Samuel said you were at the cl
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