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He still seemed concerned, looking down at it worriedly. "Huh."
He looked down at her for a moment before sighing, taking a tentative sip.
He frowned, watching her hesitantly. "I... I don't like to drink things people give me," he said, tilting his head as he studied it.
He sighed, chewing on the mint leaves and pulling out his notes.
He pursed his lips almost disapprovingly before sitting on the bed. "Fine. Fix me."
He watched her with a frown before sighing, dropping his hands. "If I let you fix me, will you feel better?"
He frowned, looking down at her. "Exactly, Rory. It could mean a lot of things. Most likely, I just coughed too hard and damaged my throat....
He had showered, so the blood was no longer there, and he frowned, tilting his head curiously. "What are you doing?"
He looked down at her, brushing her hair back curiously. "Yes, of course I am. Are you okay?"
He looked down at her in surprise, his hand resting on the back of her head as he frowned. "This is... unexpected."
He frowned, standing up and coming over to her. "Rory? What's the matter?"
He looked up, shivering slightly in the chilly room. "Yes?"
He exited the showers, looking drawn and tired before he returned to the quarters, beginning to work again.
He watched her leave with a frown before heading to the showers to clean himself up.
There was blood on his arm and he frowned, jerking his arm away from her. He stood up, looking down at her disapprovingly.
He was still coughing into his arm, but he turned away from her, facing the window. After it ended, he pulled his arm away, noticing the blood in...
He woke about an hour later, coughing. He sat up and hunched over, opening the window as he tried to catch his breath.
He remained asleep, burying his face in the pillow.
He was asleep, his head on the pillow, his brow furrowed.
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