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          _{IT’S A RARITY ;   the soft smile that curves lips,   stretching wider as she goes on.    he takes a single step forward,   and another,   until he’s standing at the foot of her bed.    there’s a guilt that eats away at him,   despite the words of comfort from others.    he knows he doesn’t deserve them.    but it’s the mention of his father that causes expression to falter,   head dropping.    topic is avoided almost immediately.    “   yeah,   thanks.    ——-   what about you,   though?    what are the doctors saying,   are you um  –  how are you feeling?   ”}

❝   I’M HEALING PRETTY QUICKLY.   ^{they say i’ll get to leave here in a couple of days,  so thank god for that.  this place is seriously depressing.   ❞    he is a book she doesn’t know how to read.  his solemn exterior does not unfold.  she catches the hint,  opting not to pry.   ❝                 you look like you’re feeling okay.   no life threatening injuries or anything like that.   ❞}