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Rose went straight upstair and changed for bed, curling into a ball as the pain began to rise once more |
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Caden was hoping for a bit of time with Rose, not with the pain as well. He showered and came out, tossing his clothes aside as he went and layed behind her. "Do you want me to get your meds?" The man asked, the heat from his body radiating. |
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"It's....alright...." She muttered, her face pinched |
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"Are you sure?" He asks, placing a hand on her arm. |
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Rose nodded, unable to speak as she coughed |
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Caden went and got her meds, popping two out and pulling her into a sitting position before giving her a glass of water and the medicine. |
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Rose, shaky, took the meds |
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He went back and sat beside her, pulling her into his arms. |
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Rose just melted into his embrace, a tear of fear rolling down her face and into his shirt |
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Caden didn't realise it but his eyes were glossy, vision blurry as he looked down at her, holding her close. "We're gonna find something, and it's going to work." I hope |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
