Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

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The hallway outside her room felt too long. Too bright. Too goddamn sterile. My footsteps barely made a sound against the polished floors, but inside my head, everything was roaring. Laura was alive.

The words kept looping over and over, but my body hadn't caught up yet. It felt like if I let myself believe it too much, the universe would take it away again.

A doctor had tried to stop me at the nurses' station, spitting out words like stable condition and still on a ventilator, but none of it registered. I'd shoved past them, past the concerned voices, past the fucking security guard who grabbed at my arm. Nothing was going to stop

me.

And then I saw her.

The doors burst open, loud voices calling after me, but none of it mattered.

My heart stopped.

Laura.

Her pale, thin frame was bundled into a wheelchair, her body swallowed up by hospital-issued clothes that hung from her like she was nothing but skin and bone. Her hair was limp, her cheeks hollowed, and her skin too pale under the harsh 0.00%

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fluorescent lights.

But she was looking at me.

Those eyes-those beautiful fucking eyes-were staring right at me, and I swore I felt something crack wide open in my chest.

Laura was alive.

had taken from her, that she wasn't the same.

off, barely sparing him a glance. My feet moved

sank down next to her, my knees hitting the floor hard, but I barely felt it. My hands found hers, wrapping around them like if I let go, she'd

fingers were so thin.

kissed them, kissed her wrists, her knuckles, anything I could reach, my breath

I needed to. I needed

"Laura," I choked out.

hand trembled as she reached for something at her side. The nurse beside her passed her a small whiteboard and a

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Hi, babe.

Something between a laugh

face, trying to pull myself together, but it was useless. I was smiling even

as much as I could have when guilt was busy filling

from my mouth

so fucking sorry," I whispered, my voice raw, broken. "I-I fucked up, Laura. I

hitched, my

shook my head,

stop the words. "I

my head onto her lap, my shoulders

but her fingers-her beautiful, delicate fingers-moved through my

should've been begging for forgiveness, for a chance

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