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... now buried under a blanket and couldn’t be seen. He felt like if she lost more weight on her slim face it would break. Her lips, barely exhaling, were dry.
He pulled a chair next to Alyssa’s bed and sat down.
He touched her forehead with the back of his hesitant hand.
Her fever is too high to be like this. He suddenly turned his head toward Sasha standing behind her.
“…What did the physician say?”
“She is stressed out.”
“Is she eating well?”
“…Yes. She ...
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