[She shifts a little on the bed when he hugs her tighter, trying to find a good position to cradle him in her arms. Her eyes close as she rests her chin on top of his head. It's hard to hold back more tears. She doesn't understand what happened. Why this happened.
She hates that. Being unable to give him a valid answer.]
That's where I found you. By your easel. Unconscious.
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She hates that. Being unable to give him a valid answer.]
That's where I found you. By your easel. Unconscious.