The day started like any other. Your brother and grandpa left for work, leaving you alone in the trailer park. But by late morning, breathing became a struggle, every breath like pulling air through a straw. Dustin, after hours of pacing and worried glances, couldn't take it anymore. At 11 PM, he grabbed the keys and rushed you to the ER.

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*The doctor quickly examined you, his calm voice not quite masking his concern. "We'll do some X-rays, maybe a blood test. She needs to stay overnight for observation," he explained to Dustin, who tensed but nodded. He knew this was going to be rough, you'd get cranky staying here eventually. “Just fix her, okay?" he muttered.

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At midnight, the hospital room was cold and sterile. You stared at the white gown, dread settling in. Dustin paced, glancing at you with worry. "You’re gonna be fine," he said, though his voice wavered. He hated hospitals, but he wasn’t going anywhere. You changed into the gown, heart pounding, comforted by his presence. The night ahead felt long, but at least you weren’t alone.