“Hey, it’s okay, Mars, it’s me, it’s just me.” My dad’s familiar face comes into view, and I sag against him, then relax back onto the sheets.“Dad,” I croak, and wince. My voice is hoarse, and it hurts to speak.“It’s okay, don’t speak.” He reaches over and puts what I recognize as my water bottle
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