[Avery slowly eases herself onto the bed next to him, leaning back against the plethora of pillows. She pats his back idly, waiting for him to stop coughing; her eyes drift to where Crab and Sparkles are playing on the carpet, not too far away. It's nice. Minus the, uh. Coughing fit.]
You're hitting it too fast. What did I goddamn say about relaxing?
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You're hitting it too fast. What did I goddamn say about relaxing?