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"I love you too," He murmured |
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The fever daze hit him hard later, the man rambling on about space rodeos. "No imagine, rodeos, but space. With like, space cows and space broncs and--and everyone can drive space Paganis." He murmured, grinning hazily. |
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"Baby, go to sleep. You're so sick" she said worriedly |
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"I'm not sick just... real cold." He murmured, piling on more blankets as he shivered though his skin was slick with sweat. |
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She sighed, upsethe was hurting, and ran her hand through his hair after bringing him tea |
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Caden gulped the tea down, whatever was in it dragging him under in minutes. |
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Caden eventually awoke, Murphy curled up on him. |
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