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Grief can make you do funny things

Leo’s POV

As the hours passed, the absence of one particular person began to gnaw at me. Trudy, the person that led to my mate being in this hospital, was nowhere to be seen. I found it odd, and a sense of unease began to settle in. I glanced at Arabella, who seemed lost in her own thoughts.

"Has Trudy been to see you since the fight, Arabella?" I asked, my voice cutting through the silence of the room.

She looked at me, surprise evident in her eyes, before her gaze fell to our intertwined hands. She was quiet for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, she spoke, her voice quiet, "No, she hasn't."

I waited, expecting her to elaborate, but she didn't. Instead, she continued to stare at our hands, her grip tightening around mine.

“Arabella?”

"She... she drank herself into a coma after we fought.”

I felt my heart drop at her revelation. Trudy, in a coma? It was hard to comprehend. "What?" I stammered, my mind reeling. "Why would she...?"

"Guilt," Arabella answered quickly, her gaz
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