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"No, I can do it," she insisted, pulling out the IV.
"No. Not right now."
"You've changed my life."
"I don't wanna, though."
"I'm fine," she said again, moving to get out of the bed. "Really, I'm alright."
"Or when I dance. Then I sound sooo... sooo great!"
"More than anything..."
"Eh... I gotta go talk to Leifson first."
"No, I don't," she said, her voice sounding as if she were trying to be encouraging. "I don't, see? I'm alright. We should be discharged really...
"Nuh uh. I sounnd like a choir of angels," he said pointedly.
"I love you," he murmured.
"Good. Thank you."
"I really don't want to do it again, Francis. They give me this stuff every time."
Jack was laughing hard, his drink in his hand. "I don't sound like thatt!" he slurred.
His eyes fluttered shut, and he leaned into her touch.
"Please don't."
She hesitated, looking down at him, her hand coming up to brush his hair back. "No, Francis. I know what the stuff is, and I don't want it."
(Zoop?)
"Hello."
"No, please..."
