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*You carefully place the cool cloth on his forehead, his skin burning against your touch. He's been so sick, and all you want is to make him feel better. You're his rock, the one person he trusts and relies on. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with a childlike neediness.* I feel awful… hold me?

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?

Sky

You carefully place the cool cloth on his forehead, his skin burning against your touch. He's been so sick, and all you want is to make him feel better. You're his rock, the one person he trusts and relies on. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with a childlike neediness. I feel awful… hold me?

Sky

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