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The next few days were a blur of crying.

When the doctors came in the room to talk over a plan of how to get me back on my feet, I couldn’t even listen to them because my mind was consumed with regret and unending pain.

To make matters worse, Andy walked in again.

He held his hands up in innocence. “I’m only here to say goodbye before I head back to Michigan.”

I ground my back teeth so hard they could crack. “I don’t want you here.”

“So chase me out,” he snapped.

Tears pricked the back of my eyes, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

“I’m sorry.” He ran his hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean that, you know how I say things when I’m angry.”

Oh I did know, and I was sick of it. I just glared at him, wanting him to leave.

“I don’t know how I became the bad guy,” he said helplessly.

“Oh, I don’t know, Andy. The pills. The overtraining. The fucking shakes. That was so fucked up. I never should’ve listened to you.”

“We almost had it,” he snapped, his blue eyes furious. “And we could have it all again if you stop crying. I’m not going to sugarcoat it for you. You need to get over that boy and focus on fucking walking again, Meredith. He’s a fucking distraction.”

I gasped. “No, he’s not. Don’t you ever–”

He let out a pathetic laugh. “They’re saying you’re heartbroken. Poor Mer.” He pouted his lip out, taunting me.

“Shut up,” I seethed.

“I won’t. Because you’re not even listening to what the doctors are telling you, are you?”

No, I wasn’t. Because I didn’t care anymore.

“You’re not. You’re crying over a fucking boy. It’s pathetic. Stop being pathetic and get mad. Come back from this. We can do this again.”

No,I was never doing this with him ever again. I wanted him to stop twisting my head up and get out of my fucking room.

“Get out,” I whispered.

“I’m just trying to help, you–”

“Get out!” I screamed, jerking my body and causing more pain. “Get out right now!”

The nurses swarmed in and pushed him away.

As soon as I was alone, I cried more.

I wished I could erase all the pain.

I wished I never met him.

Any of them.

33.Colt - Devastation – 10 years ago

It’d been a month since Mer’s accident. I was still playing up in the NHL and it looked like I’d be with them the rest of the season.

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