Dylan Conant

Just another o-ordinary art student. You can come talk to me i-if you'd like... though that's not likely to happen. Oh I s-should mention my name here, right? Dylan Conant, 17 years old, c-call me Dyl.

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S-S-So I j-just went t-to s-see Vitto at t-the hospital...

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And I’m just Giselle. So what?

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Yeah I g-guess so... Dunno.

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S-S-So I j-just went t-to s-see Vitto at t-the hospital...

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Why wouldn’t you be?

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I'm just D-Dylan.

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S-S-So I j-just went t-to s-see Vitto at t-the hospital...

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You are. It’s great to know my friend is in good hands.

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Good h-hands... yeah. I'm g-g-glad you think I'm fit for him.

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S-S-So I j-just went t-to s-see Vitto at t-the hospital...

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Because you’re sweet.

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I am? T-Thanks I guess...

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S-S-So I j-just went t-to s-see Vitto at t-the hospital...

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Thanks. I can see why Vitto picked you now.

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And why's t-that? 

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S-S-So I j-just went t-to s-see Vitto at t-the hospital...

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Silly! I’ve been friends with him for years. Since we were little. I came for a visit and found him nearly dead.

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Oh s-sorry... uhm... don't cry. T-there there.

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S-S-So I j-just went t-to s-see Vitto at t-the hospital...

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Nope. I got here about a week ago. And the first time I saw him…he was unconscious.

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Then how are y-you best friends if h-h-he was unconscious when you met?

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S-S-So I j-just went t-to s-see Vitto at t-the hospital...

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Oh yeah. That’s my nickname for him. How long have you two been going out?

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Not too long... Haha... W-Why? Has he ever m-mentioned me?

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S-S-So I j-just went t-to s-see Vitto at t-the hospital...

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It’s okay. I forgive you. Hmm…So you’re my Tori’s boyfriend, huh?

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Yeah... your Tori? All r-right then.

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S-S-So I j-just went t-to s-see Vitto at t-the hospital...

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Do I look like someone who can put a guy in a coma?

Besides, he’s my best friend. Why would I do that to him?

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I don't k-know. I don't fucking know. I'm j-just concerned about my boyfriend, okay, I'm s-s-sorry for believing the r-rumours.

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S-S-So I j-just went t-to s-see Vitto at t-the hospital...

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I just found him and took him there. No one ever said I hit him.

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Are you s-s-sure about that?

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S-S-So I j-just went t-to s-see Vitto at t-the hospital...

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And who told you I did that?

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People at the h-h-hospital.

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S-S-So I j-just went t-to s-see Vitto at t-the hospital...

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What rumors?

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That you hit m-my boyfriend with a b-baseball bat.

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S-S-So I j-just went t-to s-see Vitto at t-the hospital...

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Excuse me, but what the fuck are you accusing me of?

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It's not true, t-then? I'm just g-g-going off of rumours.

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S-S-So I j-just went t-to s-see Vitto at t-the hospital...

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He got h-h-hit by someone. With a b-baseball bat… and and… he’s i-in a coma now…

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Do you know who did it, Dylan?

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Gi... Gisomething. G-Giselle? I don't k-know, something that l-looked like that.

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S-S-So I j-just went t-to s-see Vitto at t-the hospital...

He’s in a c-c-coma… I j-just t-t-thought I’d l-let everyone k-know…

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Wait, what? What the hell happened??

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He got h-h-hit by someone. With a b-baseball bat... and and... he's i-in a coma now...

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S-S-So I j-just went t-to s-see Vitto at t-the hospital...

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Oh.. I’m sorry, I just didn’t know.

It’s okay…

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Just a b-b-bit on edge... I'm not usually l-like this, sorry.