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          “   CAROLINE.    HEY,   I UM  —  i mean no,   but i can grab something?    anything.   ”    standing in the doorway,   only one foot in the room,   hand lifts to scratch the back of his neck.    gaze travels from beeping machines,   to iv,   to white sheets,   and back to her.    there’s a hesitation that halts him in place.    voice wavers when he speaks again,   and he’s quick to clear his throat.    “   i —  i didn’t know you’d be up.   ”

❝   IT IS NEXT TO IMPOSSIBLE  to get any sleep in these beds.   and don’t even get me started on the sheets.  do you think you can have a reaction to an overexposure of polyester ?   ❞       lively as ever,   it’s hard to believe that just days ago she had been in a near fatal accident.   her swift recovery is something miraculous.   no one questions it.  they’re all just glad she’s alive.     ❝   by the way,  i heard about your dad.                i’m really sorry.   ❞