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           Oh…no…

           “Forsleep,”headdsreassuringlywhenheseesmyexpression.

           Suddenly,hescoopsmeupandcarriesmecurledagainsthischesttotheroomdownthecorridorwhereearliertodayDr.Greeneexaminedme.Myheaddropsagainsthischest.Iamexhausted.Idon’tremembereverbeingthistired.Pullingbacktheduvet,helaysmedownand,evenmoresurprisingly,climbsinbesidemeandholdsmeclose.

           “Sleepnow,gorgeousgirl,”hewhispers,andhekissesmyhair.

           AndbeforeIcanmakeafacetiouscomment,I’masleep.