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Rose stayed awake, no doubt the tiredness showing on her face
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Rose fell asleep soon after, waking earlier than usual the next morning
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Caden remain asleep, content.
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Rose went downstairs and pured some wine
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He awoke slightly when she got up, stretching out before drifting back off.
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Rose sipped her wine, thinking again
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Caden got up and went to his study, half shutting the door. He had his journal open, the handwriting progressively getting worse over the next few days as he kept hoping looking for a cure. The man started having conversations with himself, to him, it sounded as though it was Mickey Hagan, Rose, Jason, and sometimes, his mother's voice would creep in. Hearing her voice is what made him crack, his head snapping up as he searched around the room for the source before giving up and continuing to scribble down notes. - Breakdowns
- Not eating food
- Dizzyness
- Fainting
Those were some, the last words unreadable. "She has dizzyness which could come from the not eating," He would say, one of the voices responding. "No no, the dizzyness comes from the condition she's already in, not eating is her just being Rose." It called back, Caden nodding. "Thanks," He would respond, however if it were another comment such as; "She doesn't want you to do this. Just stop." he'd remain silent.
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Rose finished her barely filled glass and walked to Caden's study. "Hey." She said softly, peeking in. "Need anything?" She asked
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Caden was mid conversation with himself when she came in, blinking a few times as it faded to just the ticking of the clock hanging on the wall. He glanced around, looking at her before back to his desk and seeing the scattered papers, pens, and notes. "Not much, probably just a day to chill out and do nothing with you." The man said quietly, standing and walking over to her. He pecked her head as he went by, shutting the light off as he did so.
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