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Celeste laid down in bed, putting the bowl on the bedside table, just in case. She cuddled right back into Sage. 30 minutes later, Celeste felt fine. The nausea was gone. |
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Sage came back and handed her the bowl, then settled down next to her with a soft sigh. He wanted to support her, but he wasn't sure how to do that, exactly. |
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Celeste just rested until she felt better, about 30 minutes later. "I feel fine now..." she mumbled. |
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Sage glanced over at her in surprise when she said she felt fine. "Really," he asked with surprise. "Why don't you just rest up today," he added, still clearly concerned about her. |
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Celeste nodded. "Okay," she agreed. "As long as you stay with me..." |
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Sage nodded softly with a hum. "That's fine," he mused. "Do you want to try some water? I don't want you dehydrated or anything," he added softly. |
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Celeste nodded. "Sure," she agreed. |
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Sage nodded and then moved to get some water, and some crackers, and then moved back to her. |
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Celeste stayed in bed, under the warm covers. |
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Sage hung around her most of the day, though he did have to take care of Liz. He felt bad about it all, the way the family was separated, but he also didn't want to push her. But he was wearing down, doing everything himself all the same. So when he curled back up with Celeste, he passed out pretty quickly despite trying to stay up with her. |
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