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Knowing that Seven would be back soon, she wiped her face and tried to calm herself down. Her nose was still a little runny, so she wiped it on the underside of her shirt and took deep breaths.
"Hey, I have some like, Asprin and Ibuprofen. How's your head feelin'?" Seven asked, once he entered the room.
Aisling jumped slightly. "Oh. Uh, good."
Seven looked at her questioningly. "Okay... but are you okay? It looks like you were crying." He sat down on the bed.
She shifted away slightly. "Yeah. Today has just been," she sighed. "extremely stressful."
He chuckled. "Tell me about it. Well, if you're not gonna take those, at least drink some water. Your nose was bleeding, after all."
"Do you even have water?" She joked. "All I've ever heard you talk about drinking is PhD Pepper."
"I-I have tap water!" He exclaimed, jokingly.
She laughed and her head hurt a little. "Actually, lemme have some of those. My head hurts a little." She held out her palm and he put some pills in it. "Thanks." She went to swallow them.
"Wait." Seven said before she could continue.
"Shouldn't you drink them with water?"
She looked down at them carefully. "Oh yeah, huh? I don't know why, but every time I look at these, I feel nervous and depressed."
"Then stop looking at them and come to the kitchen to get some water." He stood up and held his hand out to her.
She chuckled and took it. "Thanks." She said, sarcastically.
"What?"
"I was perfectly capable of getting up by myself."
"Then why did you take my hand?" He teased.
She blushed and lowered her head so her long, brown hair covered her face. "So where's the kitchen?" She laughed awkwardly.
He chuckled. "Here, I'll show you."
He led her to the large kitchen he had.
"Wow. Do you like, never cook because you can make soo many cakes in here!"
He chuckled. "No, I don't but I really should. We should make cakes in the shape of cats!"
"Yes!" She exclaimed and pointed at him enthusiastically.
He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Uh, anyway. Where are the cups?"
"Oh. Here." He opened a cabinet and handed her one.
"Thanks."
When she brought the pills to her lips, her heart beat fast, and she found herself not being able to do it. Tears streamed down her face.
"Aisling? Are you alright?" Seven asked.
"No." She cried. "And the worst part is, I don't even know why." She chuckled.
A look of sadness, worry, and confusion came across Seven's face.