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Nathan Croft - Nate woke from his slumber when she sat up. "What?! Whats wrong?!" he blurted out blearily. |
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Dakota shook her head weakly, dizzy. "Nothing. I'm fine, handsome. Go back to sleep." She muttered, her head in her hands as she tried to stop the room from spinning. |
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Nathan Croft - Nate shook his head. "No, you're obviously not. Whats wrong?" |
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"I just need a second to make the room stop moving." She muttered shakily |
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Nathan Croft - Nate sat up and hugged her. "Close your eyes and breathe... in... and out... in.... and out..." |
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Dakota hesitated but follwed his directions. She breathed and slowly relaxed. It was unlike her to wake up so dizzy, but she pushed it to the back of her mind. She leaned into his embrace |
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Nathan Croft - Nate just held her, rubbing her back. "Its okay..." he murmured to her. He just stayed there for a moment before pulling away and cupping her face. "Did you have a bad dream?" |
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Nathan Croft - "What was it about?" |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
