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He cocked his head, standing pulling a kit of a cupboard. He opened it to reveal medical supplies, taking out a clean syringe and disinfectants....
"Then.. Good."
"Are you unhappy..?" *** "Yuh huh."
"I have had enough."
"In a syringe."
"Good?"
"Wonderful!" *** "Sorry, babe."
He frowned at her. "Unbelievable."
His handwriting was messy, but understandable, the letters spaced farther than average. "A needle?"
"Just wait."
"Pleeeaaasse?"
He took the fork, taking a bite.
He nodded, looking up at her from the notes thoughtfully. "That's right. It's optional."
"Eh. Not really."
"Can't we be together?" *** "No death."
"Hm.. Alright."
"I see.. Would you be okay with a blood sample?"
"Very."
"That's no fair." *** "No death."
"Try."
