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The nurse came in eventually and checked a bunch of things, changing my IV baggie and giving me a bag with all of my stuff in it. 

Her enthusiasm had only slowed a little bit. 

"He's cute." she whispered in Raphael's direction, grinning at me.

"Yeah, I know." I replied, only half-thinking.

Wait, what?

"I mean, uh, I know that would be the common opinion, not that I share it-"

The nurse had already left. I sighed in exasperation, wondering how much longer they could hold me here. The doctor had said for the night, but it was eight or so in the morning. But then again if I'd come in at three, did that mean I would have to stay extra time? 

It was too much for my brain to handle, so I rummaged through my bag instead. Bea's dress was a bit of a mess, but I was glad to see my purse had made it through unharmed.

I pulled out my phone and promptly called Bea.

"What is it?" she snapped, making me shrink back in surprise.

"I'm sorry Beatrice, I just wanted to let you know that I'm in hospital-"

Her tone changed instantly.

"What?! Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Do you want me to get you your stuff from your apartment? Or do you need a ride? Cash?"

"It would be great if you could get me a change of clothes," I replied, "My spare key's under the welcome mat."

"Oh, okay, sure!" she said quickly, "Anything else?"

"No, that's all. I'm in room 21."

"I'll be there before you know it."

She hung up and I put my phone back on the nightstand, sighing. Knowing her driving, she would probably arrive soon enough. 

My eyes were drawn back to the sleeping Raphael again and I couldn't help but feel my shock deepen. He'd saved my life. A life I'd almost thrown away.

I didn't want to take my meds anymore. I knew it was reckless, but they had barely ever helped me in the first place. It had scared me to see what those tiny pills could do.

Right after Raphael's car had hit me and the pain really kicked in, I was sure I was going to die. I couldn't breathe. It was like being buried alive in my own body.

I shuddered, averting my thoughts. The hospital gown was scratchy against my skin, adding to my discomfort.

I was still alive. I would quickly return to dancing form. I didn't care what Bea did, I wasn't going to let myself be distracted again. Until the auditions, my life would only be ballet.

There was plenty of time for stupid mistakes afterward, but my quota before that was full.

The End

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