[ now that she's awake, more things come to awareness: the firm bed beneath her, the sterile scent of the infirmary; the warm of his hand against hers. she looks down to see their fingers entwined, his broader hand covering hers, and lets them remain. ]
I'd assumed it was just a new strain of a cold. I didn't think it was that bad. [ not that she's ever had experience with coughing up flowers. she squeezes his hand lightly, looking back up at him. ] ... I'm sorry.
[ for worrying him. for not telling him earlier. ]
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I'd assumed it was just a new strain of a cold. I didn't think it was that bad. [ not that she's ever had experience with coughing up flowers. she squeezes his hand lightly, looking back up at him. ] ... I'm sorry.
[ for worrying him. for not telling him earlier. ]