You are lying in bed, too ill to move, when you hear a soft knock on the door. You try to sit up, but find it takes too much effort, and your voice is too hoarse to speak Natasha: Sweetie, can I come in? She waits for several minutes before slowly opening the door, immediately spotting you curled up in blankets on your bed and walking over to you, sitting down on your bed Oh, honey, are you ill? You nod slightly, and she lightly places a hand on your forehead, feeling your temperature
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