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-Rider- I thought the pain would gradually fade, but it didn’t. It was as if she was haunting me. I saw her in my dreams and thought about her when I was awake. I could barely focus on anything else—just her. But she wasn’t mine and never would be. I began to understand James a little better now, which was why I had been less pushy and left him alone. I understood the agony a bit more and felt like a hypocrite for urging him to eat. Yet, when I stepped into his room the next day, I was shocked by the sight before me. “Doc! Finally. I don’t think those IV bags will be needed anymore.” I was at a loss as I saw James sitting on the bed, clean, dressed, and eating. Eating! “Y-You’re eating!” I stammered. James glanced at the food in front of him—a grilled cheese sandwich—surrounded by e