A/N:I fucked up.
This chapter was supposed to drop before the hospital visit. It was meant to be the bridge between the shopping marathon and the moment everything got heavier. Instead, I somehow posted the hospital scene first like a complete degenerate who can't keep his own timeline straight.
I can't say sorry enough. Truly. I'm sorry.
Consider this the corrected, properly placed correction. We're sliding it back where it belongs so the story flows the way it was always meant to.
Thank you for your patience, you beautiful, patient degenerates. Now let's fix this mess and get back to the good shit.
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The day was a marathon.
Not the noble, sweat-soaked, finish-line kind. But one where your legs still worked but your soul slowly leaked out through the soles of your designer shoes while eleven ridiculously beautiful, terrifyingly opinionated women dragged you from one craving to the next like a very expensive, very willing pack mule.
Breakfast came first.
