[As soon as she hears him, feels the touch of his hand on her cheek, she turns toward him like a flower to the sun. Her eyes are squeezed shut, clearly still intact under the lids, but tears are flowing down her face almost continuously. Hey body is trying to soothe a wound that doesn't exist, but it can't tell the difference.
She's relieved he's there. Her own hand comes up to press his against her skin more firmly, using it to ground and calm her. But that's when she feels the cool clamminess of his flesh. He's still sick, and clearly it's hitting him hard right now.]
You're still sick. Ah shoulda told him ta call someone else. Ah'm sorry.
[ ~~> Spam ]
She's relieved he's there. Her own hand comes up to press his against her skin more firmly, using it to ground and calm her. But that's when she feels the cool clamminess of his flesh. He's still sick, and clearly it's hitting him hard right now.]
You're still sick. Ah shoulda told him ta call someone else. Ah'm sorry.