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Kim gasps, enclosing my hand in hers.
“My head... Ouch,” I groan, sitting up. I have a splitting headache.
“I’ll give you some painkillers. But first, I'll have Matilda fix you some breakfast, my dear.” Kim bustles over to the medicine cabinet to retrieve some pills. “Are you feeling up to eating something, love?” she asks.
“I think I could manage a little bit of something,” I reply, trying to ignore the banging pain in my head.
Kim pats my hand. “Good, good. What would you like? Toast? Some fruits? Maybe some eggs?”
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