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[ All's well then. ]
Okay. Thanks again.
[ Feeling rather strange, she takes off her uniform jacket and folds it neatly beside the pillow. His bed smells grassy, but there's the distinct tang of blood lingering in the sheets. She has to wonder if he's still injured even now; but given his movements it doesn't seem so.
Even if she has her eyes closed, it takes a while for her to actually doze off. Much of her hearing is trained on him and what he could be doing. ]
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