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                                        SHE WAS WORRIED ABOUT THE OTHER.                    _{of      course,      jane had never really      been      sick. she didn’t know what sick      felt      like  -  the lab had kept any and      all      germs away from her. maybe this kind of sick was      normal      and jane just didn’t know it. she hurries to grab the book, bringing it back to set      carefully      next to the other girl with a frown on her face.       ❛           not      dying      ?            ❜      it honestly worried her to      no  end      that this might be the case.} 

_{▌█ ∵   🏥   ∵ █  Carefully grasping the book before pausing. Grabbing a tissue and coughing into it before throwing it into the trash can that was set up next to her bed nearly half full with tissues by now. A small laugh at the others words before shaking her head and smiling at her.} ❝_{No. Not at all, not ever again.}❞   _{Years ago that answer would have been yes, rushed to the hospital after a trip to the park. A small frown thinking about it before she ran fingers over the books cover.} ❝_{If I was I would be in the hospital not home. Besides, if I die who is going to be around to bother dad and distract him so the boys and us can do stupid stuff?}❞