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Just under two weeks. That's how long it took for me to get anyone to bother talking to me about Sierra. I get it. I am not family, nor am I her husband, but I was the only one that gave two shits. That, to me, had to mean something. And if I was being honest, I was starting to question if I had made the right choice when I took her to the emergency room. Well, the same emergency room she had already been through. I could have driven her farther away and taken her to a different hospital. But I wasn't really sure how much blood she had lost, nor did I know how deep she had cut herself. So I figured the sooner I got her seen, the better.
Though I suppose it didn't really matter now as I told the doctor over seeing her care everything I knew. Which I am sure really wasn't much, but
