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Post by Dean Harper on Jun 10, 2019 21:48:17 GMT
Dean was beginning to really hate hospitals. He sat in the waiting room. He had gotten here as soon as he could. He’d waited. He’d argued.
‘Family Only’.
So here he was. Waiting. Waitng for some scrap of new to give him some kind of clue on what was happening. Not that he deserved information. Not that Warren wouldn’t be completely in his right to never want to speak to him again. Dean knew that, accepted that. It was what it was.
But he wanted to know Warren was alive, okay, not in danger of losing his career.
The door swung open to the empty waiting room and the only person Dean knew to call stood there, looking nearly as uncomfortable as he felt having to ask her to be here.
“Jesus, you look like shit.” Dawn stuffed her hands in her pockets.
“Is he okay?”
“Not really. Your mistress..cuckhold...whatever kinda fucked him up.”
“Doctor’s cleared him after Joker in The Pack.”
“He’s a Kane. Think we are always honest about how much we’re hurting?” Dawn shrugged.
“…So he…”
“Yeah, I’m not good at this.”
“Is this a forever thing or just a couple weeks thing?”
“He needs time,Dean-o.”
“Right.” Dean stood up. “Tell him I’m sorry.”
“Yeah. I’ll tell him.”
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