CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO: HUDSON'S LAMENT !

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      VIVIAN WONDERED HOW THINGS WENT WRONG SO QUICKLY. If only Casey had just listened to her. But that woman could only ever listen to her husband and her boss. And Hotch told her that if she had the shot, she should take it. So Casey did.

       Their case consisted of a man killing random victims of opportunity and they later discovered that their unsub had been killing those that reminding him of people from his past and those who used to make fun of him. Turns out, Vivian personally knew the unsub, someone she considered a best friend in high school. Vivian was convinced that maybe she could help him and get him into custody as safely as she could. But the man nearly attacked Vivian and Casey had shot him in the shoulder three times.

       So, here were Vivian and Casey taking their unsub to the hospital. Vivian was pissed off to say the least but Casey was only doing her job. After the surgery, the unsub was taken into a room where Vivian and Casey offered to stay with him. Vivian insisted the man not have handcuffs on or he'd freak out.

       Casey was super against this but Vivian could only say two words to her. So, she sat ways away from the woman as Casey flipped through a magazine. She looked up and Vivian still wasn't talking to her. And now, Casey was reminded of her grandmother with her silence treatment. "Oh, come on, you seriously still can't be mad at me." Casey spoke finally, breaking the ice.

      "I didn't say anything." Vivian said, not bothering to look at Casey. "You didn't have to say anything. The anger is radiating off your body and I can feel it and I am very uncomfortable." Casey stated.

      "I liked it better when we were silent." Vivian still hadn't bothered to look her way. "Vivian, I had to do it," Casey told. "I had to shoot him. I'm not gonna apologize for that."

      "Randall Zemekis is a good friend." Vivian said, motioning to the unsub unconscious in the bed. "A good friend who just so happened to kill four people." Casey added on.

      "He's borderline schizophrenic. If it was Spencer, you wouldn't have shot him. And don't give me that look like I'm wrong." Vivian said, causing Casey to give her a warning look to not go there. "Do not bring Spencer into this," She raised her voice. "As a matter of fact, it was your boyfriend who told me to take the shot if I had it. And I had it and I'm sorry but I'm not gonna apologize for it anymore."

       Vivian sighed, "I just wish you didn't. I grew up with Randall. He was my best friend. I just wished you listened to me before you went ahead to take the shot."

       "And if I didn't, you would've been dead," Casey told, slamming her magazine shut on the table next to her. "Think about that." With that, she stood up from her seat and headed towards the door.

        Vivian furrowed her brows, "Where are you going?" She questioned. "To the vending machine. Maybe you can calm down while I'm gone." Casey stated.

       "Or maybe you can learn to grow up." Vivian jabbed back and Casey turned towards Vivian again. "Or maybe you can appreciate people that try to save your life." There's a thick tension in the air. She'd never argued with Vivian much about anything regarding cases. This was one of their first real fights since they started working together.

        There's a pause and Casey keeps it together and her voice turns from a cold one to a calm one. "Do you want anything from the vending machine?" She asks, Vivian turns to her and glares and Casey sighs, "I'll take that as a no."

        With that, Casey shuts the door and heads towards a nurse and discovers that their nearest vending machine that was working was a floor up. Casey sighed as she decides to take a elevator to the second floor.

         As this goes on, Vivian had sat near Randall's bed and hadn't even noticed that he woke up. Vivian snapped her head up and smiled. "Hey, Randall, hey..." She spoke calmly and told him not to stand up too quickly but he had. He hadn't said a word, just stood up abruptly with a grimace on his face. He began to walk but Vivian pulled him back, trying to lead him back into bed. "Hey, Randall... we gotta get you back into bed, okay?"

          Randall begins to fight against Vivian and she's trying to speak as calmly as she can to him. It isn't until Vivian is shoved into the window that she realizes she has to fight back. And she's trying to, but he's bigger than her. He grabs her and shoved her against the glass cabinet, breaking it behind her. Vivian tries to fight back as much as she can and wonders and hopes that someone will just come in. Vivian is thrown towards the windows and then towards the ground and man ferociously beats her and Vivian finds herself not fighting back. It could've been because she had fully blacked out after what happened.

          Her vision was blurry once she finally came to, aching and groaning in pain. She could feel the metallic feeling of blood in between her lips, her body hurt. Everything hurt. And that all happened ... in just under ten minutes.

        Casey had finally found that vending machine she was looking for, bringing back a small bag of Cheez-Itz and a bag of baby muffins for Vivian to snack on. She also brought back two waters and once she got them, Spencer had called her. So, she had taken the elevator back to the floor. "I swear to God, Spencer. I'm gonna end up killing Vivian before we even go home." Casey told.

"Your fight couldn't have been that bad." Spencer said, assuming that maybe both Vivian and Casey were both overreacting. "Oh, it's bad. Her and I have never gotten into an argument like this before. You understand why I shot him right?"

"He was trying to kill Vivian, I get it." Spencer said.
"But..." Casey sighed, knowing it was coming.
"What?"
"You're leading on with a 'but'. What is it?"

There's a small pause and Spencer sighs, giving in. "Maybe you could understand where she's coming from. I mean, you know with me and my mother that for a moment in time, I could've been borderline schizophrenic but I'm not," He then goes with his advice, "Just trying filling in to her shoes."

"I could try but they're impossible to fill," Casey stated once the elevator had stopped on the floor. "The rest of you guys coming tonight?"

"Yeah, we're just packing up and we'll be there by tonight." Spencer informed. "Okay, great. I don't wanna be stuck here waiting for a tense argument with Vivian no longer than I have to."

"Okay. I'll see you soon. Love you." Casey tells, Spencer says it back and Casey hangs up. She looks towards her destination and notices doctors after doctors filling in the room.

Casey furrowed her brows, following into the room and to her surprise, the person they're operating on isn't Randall... but Vivian Hudson.

Casey dropped everything that was in her hands and her eyes widened at the scene. Vivian was on a gurney, doctors above her assuring to her everything was gonna be okay. Casey heard a series of phrases as she stood there, muting everyone and anything except for these doctors.

"... Dislocation of the left elbow..."
"... Rib fractures..."
"... Jaw locked..."
"... Decreased breath sounds..."
"... Blunt force trauma... right pupil's blown..."
"... She can't hear us."

And there was more where that came from. The only thing that snapped Casey back to reality was them unlocking Vivian's jaw, snapping it open as she groaned in the worst excruciating pain you could ever imagine.

A doctor noticed Casey standing outside the door. "You're the other agent that was with her?" She asked and Casey was stunned that she almost didn't answer. "I was gone... for... ten minutes." She said.

The doctor explained that she had been found like that on the ground and right beside her had been Randall Zemekis, who was seizing on the ground. Randall was taken into another room to be treated for self-inflicted wounds while they cared for Vivian here. The doctor then told that Vivian's family and supervisor should be notified of what happened.

After she walked away, Casey didn't even hesitate to call Hotch. "Hotchner." He greeted into the phone. Casey stared at Vivian's injured body through the window and swallowed once Hotch spoke again. "Hello?"

"Hotch..." Casey managed to get out and by the tone in her voice, something was wrong and it left Hotch worried. "Casey, what's wrong?" He wondered and Casey's breath hitched and she licked her lips before responding, "Something happened. And you need to get down here. Now."

In under ten minutes, Hotch, Spencer and Morgan all arrived at the hospital where a teary-eyed Casey was greeted with a comforting hug from Spencer and she wrapped her arms around him quickly and surely. "It's all my fault." Casey cried.

"What happened?" Hotch asked, wanting answers. Before they even hung up, Casey left out a string of words and Hotch only understood a few. Vivian. Hurt. Need you here. Now.

"She just... she—" Casey couldn't hold out a proper sentence. "I walked out for five minutes." She said.

Hotch lifted his head towards Casey, telling her to take a deep breath before speaking. "Casey, what happened?" He repeated, urgent and stern but soft all at once.

"He attacked her," Casey said. "Randall Zemekis... he attacked Vivian. He attacked Vivian. I walked out for five minutes. Five minutes!" She cried. Spencer puts a comforting hand over his wife's shoulder and rubs it soothingly.

Hotch had looked into Vivian's room and noticed the bed wasn't in the room. "Where is she now?" He questioned to Casey. "They, uh, they took her into surgery." Casey sniffled. "I should've stayed." Casey blamed herself. "Ace, you couldn't have known this was gonna happen." Morgan assured to her.

A doctor approaches the four. "You here for Agent Hudson?" He asked and Hotch nods, "SSA Hotchner, I'm her supervisor." He shakes his hand. "Is Vivian okay?" Morgan asks immediately.

"She suffered a lot of injuries to her body. Blunt force trauma, rib fractures. Once this man started, he didn't stop." The doctor told. "And where is the man that attacked her? I have a few words for him." Morgan said, straining his jaw as he spoke.

"Unfortunately, I can't let you do that, agent. Before Randall Zemekis went into surgery, he had a seizure. And seizures postictal can cause hyper-aggression and a temporary state." The doctor explained. "He won't even remember it." Casey adds.

"Where is Randall Zemekis now?" Spencer asks. "He was taken into a different room. A closed off one, being monitored at all times." The doctor said. "Agent Hudson should be out of surgery soon. I suggest calling family to let them know the damages." The doctor walked away.

"Fear and confusion can sometimes morph into aggression if a bystander or first responder doesn't understand how to interact with someone who's just had a seizure. Vivian must not have known that." Spencer told.

"Right now, I want us to wait here. And I want us to wait to ask Randall Zemekis some questions. Get Tara and JJ here, call Garcia. I'll call her children and let them know where she is." Hotch ordered and Spencer and Casey decided to go and take care of that.

Morgan goes ahead to Hotch, who stands outside of Vivian's room and runs a hand over his forehead. "Hey, Hotch, take a breather. I can call her kids." Morgan offered. "I told her that it'd be fine if she took the case. I told her I had no problem with it. And this man almost killed her. Twice." Hotch told. "This is the third time I've nearly lost her. And it's the third time I've almost lost someone..." Hotch couldn't finish the sentence but Morgan knew what he meant.

"You need to be here," Morgan put a hand on Hotch's shoulder. "For her. She's gonna need you when she gets out of surgery. And you're gonna need to be around her with a clear head." Hotch nods, knowing that Morgan had a point and that he needed to take a breather and calm himself down for the sake of Vivian.

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When Vivian got out of surgery, she could barely see and she couldn't hear a damn thing. She couldn't even move her jaw. She remembered the outlines of everyone who came to visit her, though. But it was now days and days turned into two weeks.

The first person she had seen was Hotch, he brought flowers nearly every single day, held her hand. She could make out that he was telling her everything was gonna be okay. And she couldn't hear it but Hotch talked about her kids. They had no way of making it to Williamsburg, either of them, but they figured that she wouldn't want to see them. They sent letters for almost every day that she had been there but obviously she hadn't had a chance to read them.

Of course, Garcia stayed the entirety of Vivian being in the hospital, bringing a travel-size TV and three seasons worth of The Nanny. Garcia brought Vivian sweaters and knitted blankets to keep her warm and often tried to talk to her but mostly ended up talking to herself since Vivian couldn't even hear.

JJ would come to visit with the boys from time to time to hopefully shine a spirit onto Vivian. Tara had collected every article Vivian wrote as a detective and read and judged the reviews for Vivian. Morgan often came in, trying to get Vivian to talk and write almost every single day. Spencer knew that Vivian may have needed privacy but occasionally popped in every once in a while to visit. And Rossi had thought the same thing, sending a gift every once in a while.

But the only person that hadn't visited and usually stood outside her room door was Casey. Casey often looked like she was about to enter but changed her mind at the last minute. Things between her and Vivian didn't end off very well the last time. And she had no idea how Vivian would react if she'd been in there.

But what Vivian didn't know was that Casey often came to visit Vivian at night, alone. Of course, she wouldn't really be alone. Hotch and Garcia had stayed in that hospital room. Hotch falling asleep uncomfortably in a seat next to Vivian's bed while Garcia slept on a cot she bedazzled herself.

Vivian was irritated with Casey for a number of reasons. She was still mad she shot Randall and was irritated that when she truly needed her in her moment of need, she wasn't there. And of course, it was probably childish to keep being mad at her for those reasons but Vivian was mad everyone nowadays.

There had finally come a time where Vivian just found herself wanting to give up. She sobbed and sobbed for hours in bed, feeling useless to do just about anything. She couldn't move or talk and began to slowly subside into depression for her. No one truly understood what she was going through.

Morgan had walked in while Vivian cried and cried and she opened her eyes to see that he did. Hotch and Garcia had gone to the cafeteria and decided to pay Vivian a visit. Morgan began to try and calm her down and consoled her, sitting by her in Hotch's chair and holding her hand. He could see that she'd hadn't been happy, even with all of the love surrounding her.

"Hey, hey, Viv... it's alright. Just let it all out..." Vivian let it all, finally feeling it all at once. "Man... you've got a lot of snot coming out of them nostrils, girl." Vivian looked at the man and began to chuckle. It was sort of a chuckle/cry but it was the first chuckle she had in a while. Morgan chuckled back and reached over to her bed where there had been tissues. He had given one to Vivian so she could wipe her eyes and nose.

Morgan paused as she did so. "Hang on." He backed up a bit and called her name. "Vivian." Her head snapped over to him. Morgan moved closer and then snapped his fingers. "Vivian, can you hear me?" Vivian nods. He chuckles to himself, causing a smile to appear on Vivian's face. "You can hear me!" Vivian nods again and the two began to chuckle.

Morgan grabs Vivian's hand and kisses her knuckle. The two begin to chuckle to themselves and Morgan is ecstatic to give the news to Hotch and Garcia, as well as the rest of the team.

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"She does not hate you! How could she hate you?" Spencer questioned to his wife. The couple had currently been back at their apartment. Casey was doing laundry and folding the last of it on the bed as Spencer was finishing a crossword puzzle, shirtless, wearing his glasses and leaning back on the headboard for support.

"She hates me, Spencer!" Casey had carefully been placing the things she folded back into the basket by her bed. "I left her alone in that room for ten minutes. And it doesn't take ten minutes to go to a freaking vending machine to get snacks. It could taken like five minutes. I could've been fast about it. But I didn't wanna be in that room with her because of our stupid argument. If I were her, I would hate me too."

"It's not your fault that you left the room. It's like Morgan said, you didn't know what was gonna happen." Spencer assured to her.

"Yeah, but I could've prevented it, Spencer." Casey told. "If I was in that room with her. I could've. And I kept thinking that maybe if I shot him and killed him right on that spot, she wouldn't even be in that position right now."

Spencer puts his crossword down for a second as he thinks. "She'd be angry at you." He stated. "Well I'd rather her be angry at me than hurt." Casey admitted.

There's suddenly a knock at the door. "Come in." Casey called as she folded two socks together. Lennox had walked in, entering the room. "Hey." She greeted. "Hey." Casey said back and Lennox had noticed the laundry on the bed. "Is that my laundry?" She asks. Casey hands her her items. "Yeah, here you go, all nice and folded." She said.

"Thanks," Lennox said and she lingered and decided to ask, "Uh, I actually wanted to talk to you about something."

Both Spencer and Casey snap their heads up to Lennox. "Sure, what's up?" Casey asks and the two direct their attention solely on Lennox.

"Uh, Leah and I were talking and..." Lennox fiddles with the sleeve of her shirt. "I was wondering maybe you could host a family dinner sometime soon? What, with your dad being out and your grandmother has been wanting to meet me for a while now. And Leah and Isaac have expressed that they'd like to see their after seventeen years, but you didn't hear that from me."

Casey looks back at Spencer and nods, "Uh, yeah, I've actually been wanting to do that. Leah, I think, said something about it the other day."

Lennox smiles, "Cool." Before she walks out of the room again, she speaks: "Um, another thing." The two direct their attention to her again and Vivian asks timidly, "How's Vivian doing?" She wonders.

Casey thinks for a moment, unsure how to respond. She actually didn't know how Vivian was doing. "Uh, she's—" Spencer immediately interjected. "She's doing good," He said. "Morgan actually texted me today saying that she regained her hearing back."

Lennox smiles, "That's great." She says and Spencer nods, "Yeah, we're gonna visit her in the next few days here." He tells. "Will you let her know I said hi?" Lennox asks and Spencer nods, "Absolutely."

Lennox exits the room, thanking Casey for her clothes back and closes the door behind her. Casey turned over to Spencer and Spencer spoke up, "So, family dinner?" He asks.

Casey shrugged, "Eh, I thought it wouldn't hurt. Besides, planning it might keep my mind off of stuff." Casey stretched and held onto her back. "Ow." She said.

Spencer sat up and began to massage Casey's tense shoulders. "Your back okay?" He asks. "I've just been sitting up all day." Casey admits. "Here, lie down." Spencer ushers Casey towards the bed and decided to put the rest of the laundry in the basket as carefully as he can to not screw with her system she created.

He made his way back to the bed, sitting closely to her. "Spence." Casey spoke as Spencer had put his crossword on the table beside him, perching his glasses on top of the crossword. "Yeah?" He asked, fully turning back to her.

"You really don't think it's my fault?" Casey wonders aloud and Spencer tilts his head sadly to her, hating that she continuously kept blaming herself for this. He placed a hand on her cheek, caressing her soft skin and she nuzzled into his palm as he gave her a soft forehead kiss and said, "It's not your fault at all."

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It was very obvious that Vivian was in a high-strung, annoyed mood today. Since she could probably sit back up, she'd been on one all day. She ushered doctors out of her room most of the time and was irritated with everyone who entered the room and practically kicked everyone out of the room. Which was surprising, since she still couldn't talk with the wires in her mouth.

Everyone had left her to her own devices and as they did one by one, Casey was the only one who stood outside of the room. Vivian had noticed this and banged on her table to get her attention. Vivian had noticed when Casey came by to check in but didn't walk into the room. And at this point, she was sick of the push and pull.

Casey realized that Vivian was in a bad mood and decided that maybe today wasn't the best idea to come and visit. This escalated before Casey could walk away when Vivian had thrown a Jell-O cup at the door and it splattered everywhere.

Casey instantly grew irritated with the behavior and walked into the room, grabbing the pudding cup in her hand. "You know, it's funny how you told me to grow up but... wow, that was real mature." She stated.

As Casey placed the cup down, she looked at Vivian and realized this was the first time she was talking to her since everything had happened. Vivian stared hard at Casey as she stood there, not knowing how to continue. And since Vivian obviously couldn't argue, it was up to her to speak.

"Look, I'm sorry that I'm the face you don't want to see right now... but at least I'm here. As opposed to the one time I wasn't." Casey reminded Vivian of the incident and the woman couldn't do anything but stare hard. "When I walked into the room and I saw you on that gurney, my heart stopped. And I thought, great, another person to lose. Another mother figure... just..." Casey threw her arms up and they slapped against the front of her pants.

Vivian rolled her eyes like a teenage girl and Casey shook her head, knowing that this was just pointless. "You know what? Forget it." She spoke. "I'm mature enough to come in here and apologize to you and talk to you but you're not mature enough to accept my apology. I get it, I'm the reason this happened to you, I wouldn't talk to me either. But I'm done. I've tried."

With that, Vivian left the room and slammed the door behind her, not meaning to but adoring the affect.

It had been another few days and Vivian hadn't had visitors for a few days. She was informed that the team was on a case and wouldn't be getting back until the end of the week. Once Thursday hit, she had been greeted with a face she hadn't seen in a while. Her coworker, David Rossi.

Rossi was standing at the doorway, holding a wheelchair. "Let's take a little stroll." He said and Vivian gave him a confused look. "I already cleared it up with your doctors. They said it was fine." Vivian sighed, knowing she definitely needed the air.

So, she hopped into the chair and Rossi rolled her down the hospital and led her to the grassed area. Vivian almost forgot how the fresh air felt on her face. She forgot how often the birds sang in the trees. And she forgot just how great it felt to be outside.

Even with this fresh air, Vivian still had the sour look on her face. They sat together, Rossi on the bench with Vivian in the wheelchair. It was silent and peaceful until Rossi spoke up. "I understand that Casey finally talked to you?" Vivian spun her head towards Rossi. "I know you're not here for a lecture— hey." Vivian was already trying to wheel herself back but Rossi stopped her. "Are you done?"

Vivian gave up, deciding not to fight back. "She stayed with you for two nights after the attack. You didn't know, but she did. She was upset because she left you in that room for ten measly minutes to go to a vending machine. A vending machine. She left the room because you two were mad at each other." Vivian wiped her eye as Rossi spoke. "She kept blaming herself over and over and again for what happened to you. And believe me, she felt terrible about it all."

"Forgiveness is a silly thing, Vivian. Not only to make the other person feel good but to heal you. You need to forgive her, Vivian." Rossi stated. "Forgive her like you forgave your husband when he died."

Vivian looked down at the mention of her husband. She often talked about him with Rossi most of the time. And the night she finally decided to go and be with Hotch, she looked at the sky and asked him to give her a sign that he was happy that she was moving on. The wind blew towards extra hard that night.

"You don't have to like her, you don't have to talk to her. But forgive her. Because she's been there. Her mother was a... heroin addict and her father was in prison for most of her life. Her entire life, she had dedicated to this job. She was following orders." Vivian sighed as she looked down at the ground. "Let it go, Vivian. And forgive."

Vivian sniffled a bit as Rossi finished his spiel and sat in back in the bench and crossed his arms. "It is a beautiful day, today, isn't it?"

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More days had passed and Vivian began to think over Rossi's words a lot more now. Forgive, forgive, forgive. Vivian had chose to take those words to heart the day Randall Zemekis showed up to the hospital, escorted by police and begging for forgiveness for hurting her. Vivian had known Randall since high school. He was a math wiz and had a scholarship to Stanford University until he decided to drop out when his mother got sick. So, Vivian chose to forgive him... but to never forget.

Vivian had been laying in bed the next night when she felt someone walk in the room and place a stack of envelopes on her table. Before the culprit walked out, Vivian caught them and spotted Casey before she could make her escape.

Vivian made the envelops lightly table on the table and she held them up, wondering what they were. Casey turned back and revealed, "It's letters from both of your kids. Garcia told them what happened and they, uh, wrote letters. There's a few in there from Lennox, too. Figured it make you feel better."

Casey had her hand on the doorknob and decided to approach the bed again and decided to properly apologize this time. "I'm sorry," She said and Vivian faced her. "I'm sorry that you're stuck like this because of me. And I'm sorry I wasn't there when I should've been. But I was just irritated and wanted to get out of the room for a minute. And I'm sorry about shooting Randall. I'm sorry for all of it." She gulped and then spoke lowly, "I don't what else I can say."

Before Casey could walk out of the room, a voice spoke up. "Thank you." Casey surprisingly turned back to Vivian, since it was her voice speaking. "You can— you can talk." Casey approached Vivian side where she was laying. "That's... that's great. They took the wires out today?"

"This morning." Vivian said, putting the envelopes down. "That's good." Casey nods.

Vivian thinks to herself and then thinks of that word 'forgiveness' again. Rossi always had that funny way with words. "I'm sorry," Vivian spoke, making Casey's head jerk up at the words. "I wanted... so badly to believe that the old Randall was in there. That he was still the same Randall I knew. The Randall that did anything for his mother. The Randall I knew wouldn't hurt anyone. The Randall that relentlessly got bullied because he knew more than anyone else. I just wanted to believe he was still good." Vivian explained.

"He still is, I guess," Casey said. "He attacked you because postictal seizures can cause people to violent. But he didn't know what he was doing." Vivian nods, "Yeah, Tara told me that."

There's a pause and Vivian holds a hand out for Casey to take. Reluctantly, Casey decides to take it and she speaks up, "I'm sorry." Vivian gave the girl a small smile. "I'm sorry, too."

There's a knock on the doorway and the two women turn over to Hotch. "Hope I'm not intruding on anything." He speaks. "No, nothing at all," Casey said. "I was just getting ready to leave."

Casey looks down at Vivian, "Are we...?" Vivian nods, not even needing her to finish the sentence. "We are."

With that, Casey says her goodbyes and leaves the room. Hotch makes his way over to where Casey was previously standing and pulls his chair over so he can stare directly into her eyes as he speaks, "Hey." He said. "Hey." Vivian smiled. "Think you can climb in here for the night? I know that chairs are awfully uncomfortable."

"Do you want me to?" Hotch asks and Vivian scoots over a bit and pats the side she wants him to lay on. Hotch took his blazer off as well as his tie and placed them both on the chair as he undid his first few buttons of his shirt and laid in the hospital bed next to Vivian.

They looked right into each other's eyes and held hands, wanting to stay like that for eternity.

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