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[oorah]

𝓜𝓻. 𝓜𝓪𝔂𝓸𝓻

𝖙𝖊𝖝𝖙, 𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖔 (𝔲𝔫;𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖉𝖔𝖌)

𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 (𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖋𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊)

𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖇 𝖛𝖕 (𝔰𝔞𝔣𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔢)

𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊𝕮𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝕶𝖔𝖚𝖙 (𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔯)

𝖔𝖈𝖈𝖚𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 (𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖍 : ₁₀₋₃ | 𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖑 : ₁₁₋₇ | 𝖋𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖕)

𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖗 (𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔫, 𝔠𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔠, 𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔩)

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[tornadoed]

[ he'll find her under the blankets, one foot sticking out and not much else of her, though she pulls the covers down a bit and sits up when he enters.

soup. company. the company of someone who knows what's going on, even. she's pretty sure she's dehydrated and that's why she's so dizzy, but knowledge doesn't make it any easier to bear. ]

hi

[oorah]

[ he sits on the edge of her bed and sets the soup aside for now, smiling at her gently. he supposes he gets to be the nurse today. ] hey

[tornadoed]

[ he gets to be nurse today and the smile goes some way toward making her feel better. she's not a great patient, but she's going to try not to be terrible. probably. maybe. ]

u good

[ that's a question, but she's not quite able to muster up the energy to bother with punctuation and proper texting etiquette ]

[oorah]

[ he wasn't great either so he's pretty sure he can endure it for her, putting a hand on her knee in reassurance. today whatever she wants him to do, he will. not like that's much different from usual.

rather than reply to her 'question' he holds up an OK symbol with his free hand. peachy ]

[tornadoed]

[ he's good. okay. that's — that's good. she gives a little nod and for a little moment, she manages to hold a smile on her face before her eyes slide closed and she sinks a little deeper into the pillows again.

no going back to sleep. iv, right.

she points to where she keeps some supplies she's pilfered from the hospital. ]