Woozi: Good morning. [07:23AM]

Woozi: You still haven't answered, and I see you've stopped reading these...

Woozi: If I stop by the theater, will you be there so I can apologize in person?

Woozi: Normally I wouldn't be up this early, but the hospital called. My mom's in critical condition, she needs a new heart valve, I've got to go see her... [07:24AM]

Woozi: I've got to go sit in the waiting room, while they operate... I think they've already started.

Woozi: I just want you to know I'm really sorry. If you like me, that's cool, I'm okay with that. [07:25AM]

Woozi: I don't know why I'm texting you anymore, I know you're not reading these, I know I'm talking to myself, you might never read this, you're probably angry at me. [07:26AM]

Woozi: Gotta go, but, know that I'm sorry for what I said... [07:27AM]

I put my phone in my pocket with a sigh, heading out the door to start my lonely walk to the hospital. Everything sounded like a high pitched whine, colors didn't make me feel better. Really, I wanted to not hear something, but see something. Everything I saw produced the same sound no matter what I looked at.

What have I done?

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