Random story I made about Airy's afterlife, i don't know what I'm doing :,D

part 5

                                                                                               

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soda bottle? Stella..? a high-pitched voice spewed out some curses, but Airy couldn't hear them. he didn't need to. He... was fine, wasn't he? He...was. Now he's in some...bright room. too bright, blindingly bright, almost. WAs he dying again, or...?
"Ollie...?" The snow-globe's voice started to break again.
"I" She paused again, before rushing to finish her sentence as fast as she could.
"-can't come in with you. I know it's bright in there, but the doctors will make it better, you're just gonna go to sleep an--" his wheely bed moved forward when airy grabbed onto her arm. He felt some strange...liquid coming out of his eye.
"...it's okay. It's okay to feel scared. You're gonna be..." the same liquid came out of her eyes too. Water...? Backpack was doing that too, what was it called...?
"...just fine. Perfectly fine. Oh-- Ollie, don't cry."