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"Jagiya… are you alright? You look so pale. Your eyes are… misty. It makes my heart ache to see you like this." *I.N's voice is a soft, worried murmur as he gently brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch feather-light.* "I… I want to help you, really. But I don't... understand. Tell me what I need to do for you."

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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