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2024-10-29 19:42:56The doctor affirmed that Mitchell seemed stable though he seemed to be in a comatose yet his face looked paler comparer to the white bed sheet covering the bed he is laid on. His breathing was supported by the oxygen tank placed beside him. On the way back to the hospital, he had called his Dad about the doctor's report. It's funny how you see a person hale and hearty one minute then the next minute such person is already bedridden.
It seems Mitchell had contacted the Lyda virus his Dad had told him about as some of the medical issues were still unexplainable. Although Marty didn't know much about his love life, he only knew that he loves partying as to those he sleeps with or goes around with he had never met them. Mitchell had not for once introduced anyone close to him either. Marty had always perceived him to be dece t and not promiscuous.
Sighing deeply, "
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