[She wastes no time in setting up the daisies at his bedside, making sure that they're all facing outward, no badly bent stems ... it only takes a second, but she quickly turns back to their bedridden friend.]
How are you feeling? [Feeling suddenly much sprier, she drops into a sitting position at the foot of his bed.] Any better than yesterday?
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How are you feeling? [Feeling suddenly much sprier, she drops into a sitting position at the foot of his bed.] Any better than yesterday?