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"But I need to figure it out," He protested quietly, |
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"I don't need rest, I need to go back home and get right back to dealing with clients and stuff." He tried again. |
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"Babe. Sleep. Rest. Take a bit to breathe" |
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"Em I need to get back, there's a---a whole lot of things I need to do." Caden protested. |
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"Like?" She questioned, crossing her arms |
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"Talk to clients, give updates, work on investments for people-" He eventually kept rambling about things and nonsense, a nurse eventually being called in and sedating him. "and. . . and. . ." Caden drawled, eyelids growing heavy and slipping shut. |
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"Mhm. Thanks" She said to the nurse, watching Caden |
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Caden woke up a while later in a daze, the drug putting him in la-la land for a while. He looked around before staring down Emily, looking up at the ceiling like it insulted him before flipping it off. He pointed at it before looking back at her, huffing a laugh. "It just told me space rodeos have flying cows, that's offensive." |
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She rolled her eyes with a smile |
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Bright Sunshine with a few High Clouds
