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Taylor:Ring me anytime, strangerx
What the fuck just happened? I ask myself as I make my way back to theparty.
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Present…
“What happened?”Lilly asks again, pulling me from mythoughts.
“I’ve no idea. I found him like this in our kitchen. He’s refused to tell me; just kept saying he wantedyou.”
“Why didn’t you take him to a hospital? That’d would probably moreuseful.”
“I fucking tried, but he made me promise not to. You know Taylor better than anyone, so I know you understand how hard it is to say no tohim.”
“Yes, I know,” Lilly mutters inunderstanding.
“Shall we get him upstairs?” Lucas asks over Lilly’sshoulder.
The three of us look down at his passed out, broken body insilence.
“Are you sure nothing’s broken that needs medical attention?” Lillyasks.
“I don’t think so. Maybe a rib or two, but not much can be done about thatanyway.”
“Let’s get him upstairs; we can assess the damage in the morning,” Lucas decides as he steps towards thesofa.
With Lucas on one side and me on the other, we just about manage to get Taylor up the stairs and into their guest bedroom. Lilly trails behind us with Taylor’sshoes.
“I’ll go get some stuff to clean him up with,” she says once we have him on the bed, and disappears behindLucas.
“What the hell happened, Taylor?” I ask, knowing I won’t get a response. He’s outcold.
