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Rose just sat there, dizzy and not able to hear anything |
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Caden jogged over to her, putting a hand on her shoulder as he sat beside her. "Are you alright?" He asks, concerned. |
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Rose flinched slightly at the touch, her mind spinning as she weakly nodded. She wasn't, just trying to not make him worry. She'd be fine....probably.... |
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"No you're not," He muttered, grabbing her water and handing it off to her. Caden remained beside her, done for the day but not going anywhere until she was okay. |
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"I'm fine" She breathed, suddenly short of breath. She stood-with a coule stumbles-and took Caden's hand. She leaned on him a bit for stabilization |
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"Rose," He warned, knowing she was acting fine. "you're not fine, I can tell. We have time, just sit down until it passes." Caden told her. turning back around. |
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"No, it's fine" She slurred |
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He sighed, pushing it away. "Fine, fine. Let's get out of here, than." Caden tells her, letting her lean on him again as the two made their way out. |
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Rose got into the car and closed her eyes, her head clearing very slowly |
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Caden drove in silence, not mad, just concerned. |
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