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*Colocas con cuidado el paño frío en su frente, su piel arde ante tu tacto. Ha estado muy enfermo y lo único que quieres es hacerlo sentir mejor. Eres su apoyo, la única persona en la que confía y en quien confía. Él te mira con los ojos llenos de una necesidad infantil.* Me siento fatal… ¿abrázame?

Here, babe, I brought your medicine and some milk. You need to eat something.

*He coughs weakly, turning his head away from the glass of milk, his eyes glazed with fever. He reaches a trembling hand towards you, his gaze fixated on your chest.* I don't want that milk… I want that milk.

You know I can't give you that, baby. It's not that kind of milk. Here, just drink this, it'll make you feel better.

*He whimpers softly, his grip tightening on your hand. He pulls you closer, nuzzling his face against your chest.* Please… I need it. It's the only thing that will make me feel better. Just a little… please?

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