Adding more, since requested.
>Olivia looked at the number Inco wrote on the final entry page in the diary.
>For shocks, it was the same number that he still had since high school. (Fucker never really changed since, huh?)
>Olivia looked around the room to find a phone, or any way to contact Inco at this point.
>But she did find one small object on a nearby table. But only one thing was preventing her from getting to it.
>No wheelchair.
>Fuck.
>But luck did came onto her side for once, even though she was out for three years.
>A empty spare bed was very close to her that has the phone next to it.
>She had only one chance, and she took it.
>With all her might she soon moved from her own bed and nearly jumped onto the other bed, holding the page in her hand as she dialed the number weakly.
>....
>Meanwhile, Inco was driving home from work. He was attending college and he just had a stressful day dealing with some random dino' who wears puppets and talks with them. Total fucking freak. Inco had to punch the schizophrenic to get him away from him.
>While driving, his phone started to ring with an unknown number. As he answered it he suddenly nearly dropped his sunglasses on the car floor as he hears the voice of Olivia on the other side.
>...She was awake.
>And she wanted to see him.
>Without warning, Inco suddenly makes a U-turn on the road with his car and begins to drive quickly towards he hospital, not caring about the traffic lights and the cars.
>....
>After a while, Inco eventually makes it to the hospital and rushes in. Not caring about the front desk, he soon finds his way easily.
>From running up towards the elevators and down the various hallways, Inco finally finds Olivia's room - with the door closed.
>He doesn't go in yet, but instead he sighs and breaths deeply. Collecting himself first.
>Inco then soon grabs the knob and turns it, opening the door after knocking.
>....
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