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Bailey has successfully become the most infuriating person that I know. Which is pretty impressive given where I came from. I thought her attitude was what frustrated me most about her, but as usual, she proves me f*****g wrong with her unfiltered lack of care for her own wellbeing. For three f*****g days I snuck to her hospital room, staring at her lifeless body after the last attack. I’m not a man of faith, not after what I’ve been through, but I was willing to beg the Goddess to make sure Bailey was okay. I didn’t sleep each night as I watched her chest rise and fall. I couldn’t think straight while her body lay still and motionless. I was trapped in this hell that she created all because I can’t f*****g get her out of my mind. A part of me wants to hate her. The other part want