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"Do you think you're sick? Probably have the cold or a flu." He says, placing a hand on her arm, rubbing his thumb slightly.
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Rose flinched from his touch, his hand feeling cold
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Caden drew his hand back when she flenched, hoping to offer comfort just by being there.
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Rose moved tiredly and painfully to his side, laying her head in his lap and just trying to sleep with her massive headache
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Caden grabbed another blanket and pulled it over her, shifting to make it more comfotable for both of them.
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Rose's head felt like it was being beat like a drum and shot through at the same time. Her stomach was in knots and felt like a rusty blade was being dragged through it
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"Do you need anything, babe?" Caden asked, tone softer. He was worried about her, no dip.
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"I don't know...." She breathed, her eyes shut and her breathing shallow with the creeping pain into her lungs now
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"Do you want some ibuprofin? Uh, other-stuff-I-forgot-the-names-of?" He asks, only a twinge of humor.
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She shook her head weakly, just halfway melting into his touch
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