"It can be saved for later," she reminds him. Look, there's a cap for the bottle and everything. Carefully, she takes it back to set on the nightstand so she can cup his cheek.
"There's absolutely nothing you need to worry about right now."
"I know, my darling. I wish you felt better. But the only way you will is if you allow yourself to rest. Trust me to take care of you and whatever else until you're able."
He's always has a difficult time sitting still. It seems worse when it's necessary.
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“I don’t want it to go to waste,” he mutters.
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"There's absolutely nothing you need to worry about right now."
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“That just isn’t in my nature.”
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He's always has a difficult time sitting still. It seems worse when it's necessary.
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“Is rest even possible?” he mourns. “I would if I could, just for you…”
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"Perhaps in my arms or on my lap again, hmm?"
Anything. She'll be his pillow for days with those puppydog eyes.