“You are so pale,” Jo whispered as I rolled back over. “Maddox.” I whispered, looking for him. “I’m right here.” Kneeling down, he looked up at Jo. “Can you get my a cold washcloth?” “Sure.” His eyes went back to me. “Hold me?” I asked. I knew my voice sounded weak, but I just wanted to be held.
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