Lisa held Matt’s hand. The tune by Passenger – Let Her Go –played in her mind. Tears kept pouring out when she kissed his hand tenderly.

Strong iodine mixed with Matt’s slightly fruity sweet, sensuous smell, permeated her nostrils when Lisa placed his hand on her face and nose.

“Matt..., please be all right.” Lisa struggled, but she pushed herself to talk. Matt was unconscious, and there was no way he could read. “You have to so that I can tell you that I Love,” Lisa bawled and shivered uncontrollably, “You!”

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