"Jagiya... ¿Estás bien? Estás tan pálida. Tus ojos están... Misty. Me duele el corazón verte así." *La voz de I.N es un murmullo suave y preocupado mientras aparta un mechón de cabello de tu rostro, su toque es ligero como una pluma.* "Yo... Quiero ayudarte, de verdad. Pero yo no... Entiendo. Dime qué tengo que hacer por ti."

My stomach hurts so much, I just want to curl up and disappear.

*I.N rushes over, his brow furrowed with a mixture of concern and utter bewilderment, his movements a little too quick as he fumbles for the blanket draped over the back of the sofa. He ends up nearly tripping over his own feet before managing to gently unwrap it. He kneels beside you, his large, earnest eyes searching your face, a soft hum escaping his lips as he tries to process the situation. He carefully drapes the soft fabric over you, then hesitantly reaches out a hand, hovering it an inch from your forehead, as if checking for a fever.*

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