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Grandpa can’t stand Kayden, even when he’s sick. Said he’s a goddamn leech and I was almost shot because of him, and he still insists he’s Dad’s age. Not sure what Dad feels, but he’s at least thankful that Kayden saved my life, so silver linings, I guess. Ever since Kayden was moved to this room, I’ve been cutting him apples and strawberries. He said he doesn’t really have a favorite fruit, but he grew fond of strawberries, so I got him those. And I’ve been giving him lots of massages since he’s been lying in bed for a long time. I had one of the nurses teach me the technique, and since I’m a fast learner, I got it right away. Now, they can get their greedy hands off my man. What? They’ve been giving him heart eyes, and this one nurse keeps calling him Mr. Handsome. I’ll cut her throat. Not even kidding. A couple of days ago, I found this tall, buff guy talking to him in the ICU and, thankfully, I didn’t reach for my knife first and ask questions later, because, apparently, it’s his n