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Thank God, I’d chosen the correct hospital, so I got there when I did. It was agonizing to watch the doctor stitch Jules up as if it were just another day.
Well, maybe it was for her. It took everything I fucking had not to come undone watching my niece get her stitches like a champ. I’ve had stitches myself, but I’ve never had to watch it done firsthand. God, that was gross.
My phone buzzes on my nightstand, but I don’t have the energy to answer or even look at the incoming text. I’m sure it’s from Syd, but I don’t even know what to say.
I haven’t said much to her other than Vanessa needed my help today. I’m sure I owe her an explanation, but where do I even start? Maybe when I wake up tomorrow, I’ll know what to do.
Tossing my pillow over to the flipside, so I can feel the cool sheets on my cheek, I roll onto my side in hopes of falling asleep and ending this miserable day.
I’ve been so fucking selfish.
My final thoughts before I finally drift off to sleep are loud and clear.
I need to get my priorities in check.
