A slight pain as she adds the last bit of cover up to her bruse. She stares at herself in the mirror. She looks over to the bed and sees her boi friend sleeping. She starts to get dressed and reaches for her keys. He wakes up.
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Another bruse bigger then the last. A cut on her side. Just tell the doctor you sliped and fell. I thought you loved me she says.
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She removes her bandages. The cut has healed. She gets up to leave again. He wakes up.
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A shot heard. Everything dark. Getting cold. Last breath slips away.
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