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Colt 12
JANELLE POV
"She looks better," Mrs. Wilson says as she returns from chatting with some nurses she knows.
"She does," I reply with a small smile.
Mrs. Wilson takes her spot at my mother's side across from me and we both begin to look my mom over.
Mom woke up briefly a few hours ago but was unable to really speak or understand her surroundings. She had seen me and smiled though before going back to sleep, so my heart feels a little lighter.
Heath is getting to enjoy a fun-filled sleepover, but I know he is missing my mom and Chanelle. Just like Dakota is probably missing me and wondering why I have abandoned her.
"Knock knock," a male voice says, and the door pushes open to reveal a nervous-looking Colt.
"Colt," Mrs. Wilson says happily as she stands back up and hugs her grandson.
"Hey, Grammy, how are things going," he asks as he re
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