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James has just been taken away to hospital.

He was out last night and I thought he'd woken with a hangover when he woke me up being sick. I just laughed at him and got him settled on the couch with painkillers etc.

In the last hour he had this pain in his side that got worse and worse. He was really clammy and crying with the pain begging me to help him. It's bank holiday and there's no doctors open so in the end I called 999. The paramedic came and gave him gas and air which seemed to help and he's just taken him to the hospital.

I couldn't go as I couldn't leave Corey. I phoned my mam three times but she's obviously still in bed, so I have to stay here and phone later.

Fuck. I hate this, I'm such a wimp in a crisis.

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Just came home from the hospital. They suspect that James has kidney stones, but will know for certain later he's had some tests. He's definitely staying in though so I have to go back later and bring him some personal stuff.

I'm just glad he'll be okay. I hated having to wait this morning, it was one time I was cursing not being able to drive.

But yeah, he'll be okay, I know it.

Once again you all came through for me this morning. I don't know if you all realise how much it helps when I'm feeling down to know someone cares. Virtual hugs and kisses may be just words, but they're magic all the same.