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Nate shook his head, "No, don't apologize, it's not your fault you had to throw up," he whispered. "Come here," he said, gently hugging her. "Just rest a moment, let your body catch up," |
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Nate shook his head, "No, don't apologize, it's not your fault you had to throw up," he whispered. "Come here," he said, gently hugging her. "Just rest a moment, let your body catch up," |
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She nodded, her throat on fire and her stomach in pain as she leaned on him |
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Nate held her close, rubbing her side gently. |
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"Your stomach?" He asked softly. |
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"Im sorry baby," he whispered holding her tight. He got up, getting her some water, "here take a sip," |
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She drank some water before just throwing it up |
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Nate held her, rubbing her back, reassuring her the whole time. |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
