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Dylan slowly and gently hugged her again. "Are you okay?" He whispered, even though he knew she wouldn't reply. |
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She exhaled a shaky breath, but remained asleep. |
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Dylan rubbed her back, now just waiting until she woke. |
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The next morning, Lilith groaned, waking up slightly. She glanced over, seeing Dylan asleep, and noticed his arms around her. "Oh." She mumbled. |
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Dylan woke shortly after her. "Hey," |
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(I sense romance breweing-- X'D) "Mmm... mornin'." She responded, still half-asleep. |
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Dylan smiled down at her. "How are you feeling?" |
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"A little better, to be honest. Still miserable, but not as heavy as yesterday." She responded, sitting up. "Leg still hurts." |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan lets her go, sitting up in bed. "It'll get better," he reassured her. "Want some painkillers?" |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
