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I find Sarah and sign, "Will you help them on the bed, one at a time?"
She helps Macy first and she constricts my right side. I whimper in pain with the added pressure to my ribs. Macy jumps back, sobbing uncontrollably. "Tell her I'm sore and that it's okay," I sign to Sarah as pain filled tears roll down my cheeks.
"She's okay Macy, just a little sore," Sarah chokes quietly.
"When are you coming home Daddy? Mommy hasn't been home either," she chokes quietly.
"Soon," Sarah translates. "Once I'm healed enough to get out of bed and breathe on my own."
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