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　　I open my eyes and look at Chad. "Hey, Chad." Looking around the room I start to remember why I left him at the hospital. "What are you doing here?"

　　He sits at the side of the bed. "Sweetheart, I wasn't mad at you earlier. My mother slapped me and said a bunch of mean stuff to me. She blames me for my father dying. I know it's not true, but I can't help feeling terrible that we lost a lot of time with him."

　　I pull him into my arms. "She's not only poisoning your mind. She said something similar to me and she wants me to leave...