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He took her hand, squeezing it once. |
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"What's really bothering you?" |
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"I'm just worried, is all." Caden told her, thinking somewhere else. |
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"It's fine," You only have to deal with it physically, try both mentally and phsically, he thought, shoving the thought away. |
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"We can go home soon, though..." She noted softly as the doctor walked in. "Yep, you guys can head out. Here's the medication that should at least help with the pain a bit...Good luck." He said softly, walking out. Rose nodded, letting go of Caden's hand and trying to swing her legs over the edge of the bed while her chest screamed in protest and she grit her teeth |
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"True," He mumbled. "Thank you, sir." Caden told the doctor, heading over to assist Rose. "Need me to carry you? I don't mind," He informed |
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"I think I got it...but maybe..." She said, her teeth together as she tried to push away the pain in her lungs. Her feet touched the ground and she winced, her lungs protesting |
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Caden assisted her as she stood. |
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"Thanks" She muttered, her lungs screaming with every breath as she walked out |
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