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2024-10-29 19:42:56Trent sat in the waiting room with his hands folded and his elbows on his knees. A nurse had come out a few minutes ago to tell him that the skin graft was going well, that they’d removed the skin from Bree’s thigh and they were getting ready to start working on her hand. He was glad to hear everything was going as planned, but the entire situation made him nervous. He wished it was him in there instead of her.
Even though he’d been the one to run through the flames, the burns on his legs were not that serious. The doctor had given him some cream to
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