Chapter 9:
A/N: You all asked for mature content so, it's not the most in depth it could have been, because it's not my writing forte and I want to keep the rating at T. Hope you enjoy all the same, and enjoy the links to tonight's episode!
Carla
"Mm." I croak slightly as Michelle plasters me in kisses, smiling as I keep my eyes closed, enjoying the contact against my skin. "Stop that." I reach out a hand to bat her away and she grabs it, pulling me towards her as I finally open my eyes, seeing her looking down at me. "Morning."
"Morning." She plants kisses into my hair, moving down my face until she has met my lips.
"You're in a good mood." I mumble, closing my eyes again as I fall into her embrace. "Not that I'm complaining."
"Good." She whispers into my skin, watching as I play with her fingers in silence for a minute.
"You've got work in half an hour." I pick my phone up and she snatches it off me, throwing it off down the bed. "Hey!"
"I don't care about work." She meets my eyes, rolling over so she was lying on her front. I watch her kick her legs in the air, her hair falling over her natural face, silk black nightdress only just concealing her figure. I was in awe of her.
"I'm so lucky." I bite my lip, gazing at her and she narrows her eyes, moving towards me and pulling me forwards. I sit upright, leaning into her as I kiss her, pushing her back onto the bed gently so I fall on top of her, our eyes connecting. "I didn't think I'd be saying that at the minute, but I feel it. Right now."
"Well I'm pleased." She says softly, pulling my head down to meet hers.
Michelle
"I will have a large glass of Merlot." Carla leans on the counter of the Bistro and I raise my eyebrows at her. "Ugh... Can you knock me up something exciting?"
"Yeah if you like." I flash her a seductive glance and she smiles slightly. "Heard from the doctors?"
"No..." She trails off. "Do you reckon that's a good or a bad sign?"
"There." I avoid the question, putting a drink down in front of her.
"So what's in this?" She stirs it with a straw, looking at it inquisitively.
"She better have paid for that." Robert's voice sounds from behind me and I turn to face where he is looking at the till. "You're here to work, not give freebies away to your girlfriend."
"Keep your voice down." I hiss, glancing around the restaurant, as Carla pulls her purse out. "Babe, you don't need to pay."
"What even is that?" He studies it. "How much alcohol is in there?"
"None." I tell him.
"Yeah right." He scoffs, glancing at Carla bitterly as Daniel appears behind him.
"Can I take my break?" He asks, before noticing Carla. "Oh hi. Haven't seen you in a while."
"I know." She smiles. "Well if you're taking your break you can fill me in."
"Lucky you..." Robert mutters, ushering Daniel off as he heads around the bar.
"Fill him in?" I repeat, trying to conceal the slightly jealous tone to my voice.
"Love you." She whispers before getting up, going over to sit down at a table in the corner with him. I watch her lean forwards on the table, excited for some more gossip.
"They've known each other five minutes!" I exclaim, before realising it was to Robert. I turn, noticing his gleeful expression at my dislike. "They're acting as if they're best mates."
"She has a habit of that; her 'best mates' becoming lovers." He replies, satisfaction in his voice. "Better watch yourself."
"He's young enough to be her son." I glare at him.
"I've started to figure anything can happen." He shrugs. "Especially with that woman."
"Oh shut up." I snap.
"Oh that's it; jealousy." He snaps his fingers together. "Sorry, I was making a list of all the things that are unattractive about you. That's one that I missed."
"Jealousy?" I raise my eyebrows. "Oh no darlin', I never got jealous over you. Trust me."
"You're an experiment." He assures me firmly, and I have to refrain from slapping him. "Don't come crying to me when you've had your heart broken." He points over to their table. "It's not like she hasn't got form for it, is it?" He smirks slightly before heading back into the kitchen and I shake off his snide remarks, continuing to scribble something down on the notepad in front of me, as their laughter continues in the background.
"Can I have a coke?" Carla's voice sounds after a few minutes and I look up, as she holds a fiver out to me.
"You've only just had that one." I point out. "You thirsty?"
"Oh it's not for me." She replies. "It's for Daniel."
"Oh... Yeah sure." I shrug, grabbing one from the fridge. "Thought I'd have to ID him then."
"Hey?" She frowns, confused at my joke, as I hand it to her. "It's because he's working."
"Yes I know." I hold my hand up at the money. "Don't worry about that."
"Well I said I'd buy him a drink." She waves it at me as I reluctantly take it.
"Buy him a drink?" I scoff slightly and she raises her eyebrows, as I hand her the change. I flash her a smile, ripping the paper from the machine. "That's three pounds twenty pence change and your receipt. Have a lovely day."
"Thanks I will." She winks at me before walking off and I chew my lip for a moment before heading into the kitchen.
"Oh hello, how are table sixteen doing on their date?" Robert asks in a casual tone and I grit my teeth together taking the food off the rack.
"Do you realise how petty you sound?" I release a small laugh.
"Do you realise that I could pop upstairs tonight and tell Johnny that his daughter swings the other way?" He responds. "And is in a relationship with her cousin."
"She's not my cousin." I say firmly and he laughs. "And Johnny already knows."
"Ooh, it's getting serious." He continues.
"Yeah it is actually." I nod. "We're moving in together and all next week, thought you'd want the memo. Oh and uh, it's in the flat above yours. Just to pre-warn you. Might get noisy." I storm out, the plates in my hand rattling slightly as I do so.
"Carla!" I exclaim, as I peer into the booth in the Rovers. "I've been looking for you everywhere."
"...Why?" She frowns, shuffling up so can sit down next to her.
"Why won't you answer your phone?" I snap and she looks taken-aback, glancing at Johnny awkwardly. "I was worried."
"Ok Michelle, I'm not a lost dog." She replies, sarcastically. "It's been on silent."
"Hi Johnny." I mutter, suddenly feeling quite embarrassed at my outburst.
"Babe, what is wrong?" Carla persists.
"Nothing!" I hold my hands up. "Just when you won't answer your phone after six missed calls, I can't help worrying, can I?" I tell her and she looks apologetic for a moment. "Plus Robert has been whining down my ear all day."
"Is he giving you both stick?" Johnny asks, immediately territorial. "Because I can have a word-"
"No you don't." Carla cuts him off. "You having words with Robert Preston isn't a good mix. I know that from experience. Stay out of it."
"Oh hello." Kate slips her hand over the wood above me. "Didn't realise we were having a family gathering. Carla, why haven't you been answering your phone?"
"Do you want to tag me?" Carla offers, sarcastically and I give her a look as she pulls it out of her bag. "Honestly... Can I borrow some earrings?" She reads. "That's what was so important?"
"Well it doesn't matter now, does it?" Kate rolls her eyes, sitting down next to Johnny and taking a sip from his bottle of lager.
"Why have you left me three texts?" Carla glances at me, before looking back at the screen. "Where are you? Answer your phone. Can we-"
"Yeah don't read that last one out loud." I lower her phone defensively and she smirks slightly, her eyes darting across to mine.
"I won't cramp your style for too long." Kate pipes up. "I've got a date in here, whenever she arrives."
"Ooh, with Rana?" Carla assumes, keeping her voice hushed and Johnny tuts slightly.
"Sophie."
"Flipping heck Kate." Carla raises her eyebrows, looking impressed. "You don't let the grass grow."
"Well we get along, she's hot." Kate shrugs.
"Oh careful, that's the grounds for a long-term relationship."
"Speaking of long-term relationships." She leans forward, excitedly. "I hear you're moving in together next week. That's all moving quickly."
"Well it's not like I met her in a bar a few weeks ago, is it?" Carla points at me. "We've lived together before."
"Yeah but not like that." Kate inputs. "You'll be rowing over the little things like who does the cleaning."
"Michelle."
"And the cooking."
"Michelle."
"And goes out to earn the money."
"Michelle." Carla continues and I nudge her playfully, causing her to laugh. I meet her gaze for a moment, desperate to kiss her but aware Eva and Toyah were watching us from behind the bar, as if we were going to start throwing pints around again. I look back to where Johnny is gazing at us contently, satisfied with Carla's happiness. She leans in hesitantly, brushing the hair out of the way of my ear and it gives me butterflies as she does so. "Oh and uh, the answer's yes, by the way."
"Hm?" I frown and she taps her phone, causing me to smile slightly. "Wanna get off?"
"Yep." She stands up abruptly, clinging on to the side as she does so.
"Hey, you alright?" I put a hand on her arm to steady her as she catches her breath.
"Yeah just, stood up too fast." She mumbles, regaining herself and flicking the hair back off her shoulder. "See you both soon."
"Are you sure you're ok?" Johnny asks, concerned.
"I'm fine." Carla assures him and he stares at me worriedly.
"I'll take care of her." I link her arm. "Trust me."
Carla
"So is this why you wanted me to answer my phone?" I tease her, as soon as the flat door is closed. "Roy?" I yell, pacing the flat and Michelle grabs my hand, pulling me into her and colliding her lips with mine. She smiles into it, massaging her tongue against mine before I push her back against the dining table, allowing her to pull herself up on to it. "So you were thinking about this at work were you?"
"Don't talk." She raises a finger to my lips and I bite it gently, which makes her smile. She tugs on my t-shirt, pulling me back in as I grab hers, dragging it up over her head, which breaks the kiss momentarily.
My fingers move to her bra, which after a few attempts, was progressively getting easier to unclip. I allow it to fall down around her, slipping it off her arms as I move down her body, gently sucking on her neck. She throws her head back, as I work my way over her silky skin, trailing kisses down her chest and towards her nipple. She lets out a sigh as I do so, tentatively sucking as she holds the back of my head.
Her hands fumble with the buttons on my top, allowing it to loosen, as she pulls it over my head, my hair falling back around my face, meeting her gaze for a moment, before moving back down. My hand glides up the netting of her tights, drifting under her skirt, where I can feel a warmth building. I circulate my hand over her crotch, continuing to move my mouth over her breast, hearing her let out a quiet whimper at the contact.
I tease my fingers under the hem of her tights, as she pushes her skirt down around her ankles. A slight moan emits her lips as she waits for me to proceed and I laugh to myself quietly, breathing in the scent of her perfume as I run my lips over her body. I push her back onto the table gently, pulling her skirt and tights fully down her legs and trailing kisses up her thigh.
"Please." She mumbles, her hand clasped against my skin and I look up at her, where her hair was spread out over the table, her expression full of lust. It amazes me how somebody can be as beautiful. She was everything I had ever needed and more. "Please." She repeats and I smile, kissing her gently, as she takes my hand, moving it down her body. I begin to run my fingers in circular motions over her sensitive spot and she gasps suddenly, breaking the kiss as her fingers tighten in my hair. I smile contently, speeding up my pace, watching her eyes flutter closed. I kiss her cheek, her nose, her chin, her lips, before moving downwards, placing lasting kisses in a line down her chest, her stomach, meeting the base of it and beginning to suck gently. My fingers curl their way into her, and she mumbles to herself at the intimacy. My spare hand finds hers, linking our fingers as she squeezes them gently.
Increasing my movements, my pace quickens and she shifts against the table, quiet noises leaving her lips, which she wasn't refraining from dropping.
"Are you comfortable?" I check, removing my lips from her, but not stopping the movements my fingers were continuing.
"Yeah." She just replies breathlessly. She grabs my hand, pulling me back up to kiss her, tasting herself against my lips as I speed up the movement of my fingers. She breaks the kiss, panting to herself, as I brush the hair behind her ear that was falling across her face. "Mm." She swallows, releasing against me, as a wetness builds around my fingers. I smile as she does so, with the knowledge I had pleasured her in a way which made her feel like this. "You're good." She whispers, kissing me gently as I slow my movements, retracting my fingers elegantly.
"Ok?" I check and she nods assertively, fixating a loving gaze on me. "You're beautiful."
"You're beautiful." She assures me. "And you're very good at that."
"I have certain talents." I whisper in her ear, nibbling on it gently. I move back to see her smiling contently, her hand still linked with mine. "At least we didn't break Roy's table."
"Oh God." I suddenly panic. "He never finds out about this. Never."
"I'm not gonna tell him." She bites her lip as I grab the cleaning spray from the cupboard. She sits herself up, hair falling around her naked frame, watching me search for some kind of cloth. "...Um... I'm sat here naked..."
"I can see that." I smile slightly.
"And you're just gonna clean?" She stands up, kissing the back of my neck and trailing her fingers up my arms. "Really?" She whispers in my ear and I swallow, as the warmth of her breath tickles my skin.
"Roy could come back any second." I point out, disinfecting the table and wiping a cloth over it.
"...Was that not ok?" She checks, suddenly looking worried.
"Michelle." I flick my head around to face her, taking in her figure. I hesitate for a moment, before throwing the spray back on the table and pulling her towards me. "You're perfect. You know that."
"Well, clearly that didn't turn you on enough, if you're not ripping your clothes off in return." She raises her eyebrows as I kiss her and she mumbles slightly. "No, the moment has passed."
"Stop being so stroppy." I laugh and she tries not to smile. "Hm?" I move in to kiss her again. "And yes... It turned me on." I whisper against her lips. "You always turn me on."
"Always?" She repeats, her hands slipping through my hair as I move her towards the bedroom.
"In fact this whole secrecy thing, makes me want you even more." I push her against the bedroom door gently. "When I have to keep my hands off you all day. It's hard."
"Yeah?" She moves down to my neck, trailing kisses along my collarbone.
"Yeah." I sigh at the contact, and she spins me around, my back colliding with the door momentarily. She is careful, she knows why, so she refrains from being forceful in any way. Her hands move to my bra, unclipping it and allowing it to fall down around me. She cups my breast in her hand, kissing down my chest and kneeling before me, pulling my jeans down and revealing my lacy underwear, kissing them briefly before standing up again.
Taking my hand, she guides me over to the bed, laying me down and studying me for a moment. She smiles contently, the urges present in my expression as she trails her hand down my body, slipping it beneath my underwear and pulling it part way down my legs. She continues to watch me, and I allow her to, swallowing as I feel her fingers against me, a tickle of pleasure beginning to increase as she circulates me.
I gasp without thinking, closing my eyes as the pleasure intensifies. I needed this. I needed to feel something; the love, the lust, the pleasure, the affection. She gave me all of it. I felt so alive at this moment in time, even though I was the closest to death I had ever been. But then again, who wasn't.
"Tell me to stop if you need." She whispers, as she always does, smoothing the hair out of my face as she moves her fingers downwards, slipping them inside me. I shake my head at her statement, the care she was giving me making me warm, making me wet. "Is that ok?"
"Mm." I mumble, pulling her down to kiss me, feeling her skin against mine, our chests meeting one another, completely exposed, completely comfortable. She kisses me passionately, her tongue winding around mine, slipping another finger into me and speeding up. I groan slightly, not bothering to try and stay quiet. She knew me well enough by now. She knew me well enough all along. There were no barriers. "Chelle." I whisper and she increases her speed again, her breath hot against my cheek as I break the kiss, moaning to myself in pleasure. I hold back from climaxing, relishing the movements inside me. I sigh desirably, playing with her hair absentmindedly as she curls her fingers inside me, causing me to suddenly arch my back, involuntarily releasing against her. I catch my breath as she slows herself, kissing my forehead, moving along my jawline. "I love you." She whispers in my ear and I smile, regulating my breathing as she removes herself from me, lying back on the bed and watching my eyes flutter closed. I stay in peaceful bliss for a few minutes, feeling her play with my hair, shuffling herself towards me and wrapping me in her arms. I smile into her chest, placing a hand flat against it, the heavy beat of her heart comforting to me.
"I love you too, by the way." I finally whisper and a muffled laugh emits her lips, as she moves her forehead down to meet mine.
"You ok?" She checks and I nod confidently, nudging my nose against hers which makes her smile. "You look worn out."
"Yeah I am." I giggle, rolling on top of her and kissing her for a moment, before my phone suddenly rings from the living room and I freeze. She can see the worry in my expression, the fear.
"It's ok." She reassures me, as I retract myself, slipping my dressing gown around me as she does the same. I head out of the bedroom, managing to pick it up before it rings out.
"Oh, it's Johnny." I feel relieved, despite the fact I'd have to face the hospital sooner or later. I let the phone go to voicemail, turning to pull her back in as a different tone goes off. "Oh for God's sake."
"I'll answer it." She picks her phone up. "Johnny? Yeah, we are..." She trails off and I study her confused expression. "Well we just-" She begins. "Uh, yeah I suppose... If it's that important. We'll be over in ten. Ok, see you."
"What?" I frown, as she lowers the phone.
"He says he needs to meet us in the Rovers."
"Well I've just met him in the Rovers!" I exclaim, picking up her abandoned clothes in the process and throwing them into the bedroom. "Why?"
"I don't know." She shrugs. "Said it's important. He wants all of us there."
"I thought Kate was out with Sophie?"
"Like I said, he made out it was urgent." She studies me. "Are you alright? You've gone a bit pale."
"I'm fine." I sigh, despite feeling quite dizzy. "Just tired."
"Sorry." She smiles slightly and I hold my arms out as she walks into them.
"Don't apologise." I kiss the top of her head. "It's a good tired, a very good tired."
Michelle
"Ok, what's all the fuss?" Carla sighs, sitting down in the booth opposite Johnny and Aidan, Kate sitting at the top as I slip in next to Carla. "We were busy."
"Bet you were." Kate mumbles, not loud enough for Aidan to hear and I shoot her a look.
"Aidan's got some news." Johnny claps him on the back and Carla narrows her eyes.
"Oh God... Who have you got pregnant?" I joke and he turns his gaze to me, laughing sarcastically. I can notice a tinge of worry in his expression, unsure if anybody else could pick up on it.
"I've had a call from the doctors." He announces, taking Carla's hand in his and she swallows, staring at him intently. "I'm a match."
"...What?" She almost splutters and relief encases me, my heart pumping fast in my chest.
"He's a match." Johnny repeats, as if she hadn't heard and I glance at Carla's disbelieving expression, full of shock and guilt and relief. "It's good news, Carla. Really good news."
"Yeah." Carla tries to process the information, and I watch as Aidan dips his head, staring at the table for a moment before plastering a smile on his face.
"Hey." I shake Carla, trying to bring her back to reality. "You ok?"
"Yeah just uh, shocked." She widens her eyes slightly, focusing back in on Aidan. "How do you feel about it?"
"Like a hero, I expect." Johnny responds on his behalf, and I watch Aidan try to produce a reply.
"Yeah, shocked as well." He forces out and I lean back, narrowing my eyes slightly. "Anything to save your life."
"I... I don't know what to say." Carla turns to me and I immediately force a smile onto my face for her benefit, shrugging. "I actually uh..." She removes her hand from Aidan's fanning herself briefly. "I'm gonna get a glass of water." She stands up and I move aside to let her do so. I watch her for a moment, as she places two hands down on the bar top, turning my gaze back to Aidan momentarily.
"Oh my God." He suddenly looks past me and I flick my head around, standing up abruptly to catch Carla as she falls backwards.
"Carla?" I grab her, supporting her as she falls to the floor, kneeling down as her head falls into my lap. "Carla?" I panic, shaking her slightly. "Call an ambulance."
"I'm on it." Kate pulls her phone out, staring at her worriedly. I shake her gently, slapping her face to try and bring back consciousness. Fear creeps through me as I force myself to check her pulse, relieved at the strong beat it was relaying.
"How many has she had?" Peter observes from behind the bar, a look of concern in his expression.
"It's nothing to do with drink." I snap at him.
"Carla? Sweetheart?" I stroke my fingers through her hair as Johnny kneels next to me, placing a hand against her cheek. I swallow back tears, hating the fact everybody was staring at the scene we were making. "Kate, are you through to the ambulance?"
"Is she saying anything?" Kate questions and I shake my head. "Is she breathing?"
"Yeah." I check, trying to stay calm, despite Johnny noticing how much I was shaking.
"Here." Peter offers me a glass of water and I stare at it for a moment. "To help her sober up."
"She's not drunk!" I yell at him and he looks surprised at my outburst.
"She's got kidney failure." Johnny announces, out of pure stress and anger and Peter falls silent as soon as he has said it, along with the rest of the pub. Kate stares at him in shock for a moment, before returning to the call.
"Forty three." She recites down the line. "The Rovers Return, Coronation Street... Yeah..."
"She's got what?" Peter demands and I glare at him.
"Remind me how this is any of your business?" I point out, bitterly.
"Yeah, you can remind me and all." Toyah mutters from behind the bar and he hastily retracts, heading back towards her.
"Chelle..." I hear a voice murmur, my head snapping back to Carla.
"Hey." I whisper comfortingly, as her hand tightens slightly around my top. "It's ok, the ambulance is on its way."
"What's she saying?" Aidan crouches down next to me.
"At least she's conscious." I sigh with relief, glancing at Kate to indicate it to her.
"She's said something, I think she's conscious." Kate tells them down the phone.
"Somebody needs to tell Roy." I try to clear my clouded mind.
"I'll uh, I'll give him a ring." Aidan disappears, looking fearful as he does so.
"Hey, it's me darling." I squeeze Carla's hand gently. "Don't worry, you'll be ok. I promise you."
"How is she?" I stand up abruptly as soon as the doctor enters, everybody following my lead.
"Better than when she came in." She tells me, noticing the panic and worry in my expression.
"Do we know what caused the collapse?" Roy asks, trying to stay calm under the circumstances.
"She had an infection." She explains. "We've put her on antibiotics."
"So, she can come home?" Kate inputs.
"Not till she's over it." The doctor replies and my heart sinks at the thought. "I understand the search is on for a donor in the family?"
"I uh... I'm a uh, a match." Aidan stutters, raising his hand awkwardly and I can tell the bravery he is trying to force into his tone. "I got the blood test results back this morning. I'm her half-brother."
"Oh good." She nods, sounding positive about the news. "Then we need to fix you an appointment at the transplant centre. To make sure everything else is alright."
"How soon are we talking about?" I hear Johnny ask, as my gaze drifts to Aidan, his eyes darting down to the floor as he swallows.
"Your daughter's relapse has raised the stakes, Mr Connor." I hear her telling him, my eyes fixated on Aidan, before her next words tear me back to reality. "If we're going to save her, we need to move very fast indeed." My head snaps back around, my eyes widening, my heart pounding at the words.
"What?" I almost splutter out, tears freezing in my eyes, as everybody falls silent.
"We're going to take her to theatre." She explains, as Johnny's arms fix around me, comfortingly. "See what we can do to support her in the meantime. We also need to undergo her arteriovenous fistula operation, so she's ready to start dialysis as soon as possible."
"And you're doing that today?" I clarify, my tone shaky.
"We'll be taking her down within the next ten minutes." She replies. "If you want to see her-"
"Yep." I grab my bag, not caring anymore if anyone thinks my behaviour is out of sorts. Carla was all I cared about. Nobody else's thoughts and opinions mattered to me when it came down to this.
"Follow me." She smiles comfortingly and I force my legs to move in her direction, everybody else behind me.
"Michelle? Roy?" I hear a voice before I see her, practically running over to the bed. She looked so weak and frightened, I wonder if I've ever felt so protective of somebody's happiness. I'd swap with her in an instant.
"Hey." I lean down, kissing her forehead, my tears leaving a wet mark which I am quick to wipe off. I stand up, noticing how Aidan and Jenny were looking at me.
"Roy." Carla holds her hand out to him, and he takes it. "Thank you. Thank you so much."
"You have no reason to thank me." Roy replies curtly and she manages a weak smile, reaching up to place a friendly kiss on his lips.
"You make it sound as if it's the last time we'll see you." Aidan manages to joke and Kate kicks him harshly. "We'll see you in a few hours. You'll be absolutely fine."
"Thanks to you." Carla smiles at him and he nods slowly, avoiding her gaze. She turns to look at me longingly, which Kate is quick to pick up on.
"Uh, Aidan come on." Kate tugs on his arm slightly. "We should go and talk to the nurse."
"Why?" Aidan frowns.
"Because she might have some more information about the transplant surgery." She makes up excuses and I smile at her gratefully as she leads Aidan off, taking Jenny with her. Roy backs away slightly, and I lean down to kiss her, being as gentle as possible. Our tears collide, trying to conceal my muffled cries as I smooth her hair back, tilting my forehead against hers.
"Hey, don't be silly." She whispers weakly, wiping the tears from my cheeks. "Like Aidan said, I'll see you in a few hours."
"I love you." I promise, kissing her again. "I'll see you in a bit. Ok?"
"I love you." She swallows, linking her fingers with mine for a moment before they begin to wheel her off. I watch her go, tears beginning to pour down my cheeks as I begin to cry helplessly. My body goes numb, my legs are shaking, Johnny is instantly by my side, holding me as I cry into him, Roy's hand on my back.
"It's so hard. It's so hard." I cry, even though I knew this was hard on all of us, equally. I felt so selfish, but it was breaking my heart; when you're so in love with someone, when they've been your rock, your soul mate all of your life, and yet every single time I saw her I knew it could be the last time. "It hurts."
"I know sweetheart." Johnny whispers soothingly, moving with me as I crouch to the floor, crying into his chest. "It'll be alright. Everything will be alright."
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