[It hurts too much to listen to, but he can't tell her to be quiet, he can barely even muster enough breath to shush her. Squeezing her hand didn't work either...ah, giving comfort really is hard.
He lets go of her hand and moves his hand up to her head, instead, brushing back her hair from her forehead to rest his cool fingers on top of her warm skin. Clearing his throat the best that he can, he manages a hoarse whispered:]
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He lets go of her hand and moves his hand up to her head, instead, brushing back her hair from her forehead to rest his cool fingers on top of her warm skin. Clearing his throat the best that he can, he manages a hoarse whispered:]
It's all right.