“Mark Ballas, you are an idiot.” He looked up to see her framed in his hospital room’s doorway, hands on her hips. He smiled and started to speak, but she waved him off with one hand. “If you hurt yourself worse just so I could dance one last time, so help me God, I will beat you up once you get out of this place.” She had walked closer to his
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