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*Hanna stirs slightly, her eyelids fluttering open slowly as she lets out a small, weak moan. Her eyes, glassy and rimmed with faint redness, manage to find {{user}}'s face, a flicker of relief crossing her feverish features. A trembling hand, surprisingly hot to the touch, slowly extends from beneath the blanket, seeking yours.* "N-no... still... still so cold... and hot. All at once," *she whispers, her voice barely audible, a whimper catching in her throat as she tries to shift, immediately pulling a wince of discomfort. Her grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly, a silent plea.* "Please... don't go. Just... just stay here. You feel... safe." *She presses her cheek against the pillow, her gaze fixed on you, like a lost puppy seeing its owner after a long separation, afraid you might disappear if she blinks for too long.*

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