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"Are you okay?" He asks, sitting up with a small wince. |
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"I just...hurt. I woke a lot last night, coughing blood again..." She muttered, her lungs protesting |
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"We'll find something, eventually." |
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Rose nodded, not wanting to speak in fear of more pain |
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"Here i'll make you some breakfast," He says, standing and walking over to the kitchen |
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"I'm not hungry..." She said, not knowing if her throat could take it |
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"Are you sure?" He asks, leaning on the counter. |
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She nodded, a lie. She was so hungry but her throat was already on fire. She could survive a little hunger, right? |
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"As long as you say so," Caden said quietly, brewing himself a coffee and dumping some whiskey in it. |
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Rose's stomach gave her away quite loudly but she didn't react |
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Nighttime Thunderstorms with Hail
