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Hospital beds are only comfortable when you have a Taffy next to you, I'll tell you that. No, even better. Hospitals are only comfortable when there's a Taffy with you. Though I guess I'd rather not want to be able to say that. I'd never want either of us to be injured or sick or worse. If anything happened to her, I'd just...I don't know.
Anyways, I made a stupid mistake. Visited Casey without telling anyone and that only got me a one way trip to getting beaten by two big demony things. Gave me a good whack on my back, sent me flying and then my head decided to slam right into stone. Peachy.
Good news is I'm not concussed anymore. So no more headaches and nausea and blurry vision. Back's sore though, but I've got meds for that. Just a little frustrating to get up sometimes. I'm glad that's the least of my physical problems.
And the not so physical problems? Still "fragile" as she liked to put it. We got into another mini fight, gives me bad feelings in my stomach whenever that happens. She thinks I never cared? Of course I did. I still do. She doesn't know how it is, if she wouldn't take me back I'd have to go. That's the only reason. I'll work on things as long as it takes, but if she decided no, it's over, then how could I be here? After everything in L.A. how could I stay there? It's the same thing. I'm not strong enough.
Never was. Couldn't handle it. So I ran. I ran away, and I found life again, and now life is "fragile." How much longer, Taf? How much longer?
Anyways, I made a stupid mistake. Visited Casey without telling anyone and that only got me a one way trip to getting beaten by two big demony things. Gave me a good whack on my back, sent me flying and then my head decided to slam right into stone. Peachy.
Good news is I'm not concussed anymore. So no more headaches and nausea and blurry vision. Back's sore though, but I've got meds for that. Just a little frustrating to get up sometimes. I'm glad that's the least of my physical problems.
And the not so physical problems? Still "fragile" as she liked to put it. We got into another mini fight, gives me bad feelings in my stomach whenever that happens. She thinks I never cared? Of course I did. I still do. She doesn't know how it is, if she wouldn't take me back I'd have to go. That's the only reason. I'll work on things as long as it takes, but if she decided no, it's over, then how could I be here? After everything in L.A. how could I stay there? It's the same thing. I'm not strong enough.
Never was. Couldn't handle it. So I ran. I ran away, and I found life again, and now life is "fragile." How much longer, Taf? How much longer?