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“Come on. Get out of bed and let’s go. You’ve been sick long enough and it’s time we get you formally checked out like I wanted you to last week.” I mumbled as I ripped the blanket off of Ava. She’s been in bed for the most part of four days since we came back from the dinner the guys and I planned. She groaned and mumbled as her hand shot out, trying to find the blanket as she curled back up into the ball she was in.
I shook my head, remembering that evening and the look on her face at everything that was planned.
After our attempt at an impromptu session in the shower being interrupted by the pale look on her face and her spewing everything she had from her stomach, all I could do is just kneel next to her, rub her back, hold her hair and try to whisper calming words until she was
