[She never gets sick like this. Well, of course, this isn't a natural sickness. But it still weighs on her: maybe this is partly from her shutting herself away. It doesn't make much sense but in her fevered mind it sounds right. Just as she thought she was getting back on her feet, she's back to lying here like a useless lump.
Each breath leaves a tremor in its wake. It hurts. Something tight in her chest refuses to let her breathe, as though she ran a thousand miles, a slight pain in her sides more irritating now than anything. The sound of her breathing irritates her, too, a quiet wheeze. It's too hot to sleep but if she moves away, she won't feel Kano there anymore.
Kano...
He's sick, too. She's tried to take care of him, of the rest, but they're sick. It's not her fault. But still...]
...Are you awake?
[She doesn't turn around to face him, half-open eyes staring into the darkness. And she doesn't wait for an answer.]
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Each breath leaves a tremor in its wake. It hurts. Something tight in her chest refuses to let her breathe, as though she ran a thousand miles, a slight pain in her sides more irritating now than anything. The sound of her breathing irritates her, too, a quiet wheeze. It's too hot to sleep but if she moves away, she won't feel Kano there anymore.
Kano...
He's sick, too. She's tried to take care of him, of the rest, but they're sick. It's not her fault. But still...]
...Are you awake?
[She doesn't turn around to face him, half-open eyes staring into the darkness. And she doesn't wait for an answer.]
Sorry. For getting sick.