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A nurse gently nudged past Adele to give Caelan a spoonful of something, then pulled a warmer blanket over him. She looked at Adele with sympathy. "The best thing to do right now is to keep him warm, make him drink a lot of water, and give him these medicines ever hour." She gestured to the bedside table, on which were three bottles of thick liquid and spoons for serving them. Adele swallowed hard, nodded, and thanked the woman. |
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Caelan's arms trembled with the effort of holding onto Adele. He let her go, his back hitting the bed as the air whooshed from his lungs in a sigh. He watched her, kicking himself for hurting her this way. "I'm sorry, Adele" |
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Adele looked at Caelan in confusion. "Baby, it's not your fault. Don't blame yourself for getting sick." She turned and took the cup of water, bringing it to his lips. "Drink this." |
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He did so, frowning at her when she said it wasn't his fault. He hated himself that he hurt her |
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Adele looked at Caelan, almost angry. "Caelan, I know you don't believe me, but it's true. It's no one's fault that you're sick, so stop blaming yourself. I'm worried about you because I love you, and that's not your fault either." She paused, a wry smile coming onto her face. "Well, it is kind of your fault that I love you. But I'm glad it happened. Even if..." She trailed off, knowing that what she was going to say wouldn't help him. Adele changed directions. "Even if things don't work out, I'm glad I have you." |
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He nodded, one of the messengers walking in. "Your highness, this letter came from prince Alban." She said, handing a letter that happily talked about toys to adele |
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Adele thanked the messenger and opened the letter, smiling as she read it. . Hi Addi! This is Alban. Howe are yu? I havnt seen yu in a long tyme. Yesturday, I think. I got 2 nu toys! 1 is a blakc horsi and the othur is a carridg that the horsi polls. When is Cylin and yu comin bac? I mis yu. . Adele showed the letter to Caelan, giggling at her little brother's awful spelling. |
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Caelan chuckled tiredly, reading it. "He sure is a character" he murmured |
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Adele laughed too, then grew more serious. "He likes you, you know. He keeps talking about you and how you're his best adult friend." The truth was that Alban had barely spent any time with Caelan, but kids do tend to jump to friends quickly. And Adele thought it was sweet that they got along. |
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Caelan chuckled. "He's so funny and energetic" |
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Afternoon Showers, Sleet Possible
