i awoke in a chilly and white hospital room, a sobbing figure hunched over my hand as his warm tears fell on my pale, bruised skin. his hand was holding mine, carefully and protectively.
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His Strength (A Short Poetic Larry Story)
Fanfictioni was crying and he was there to hold me. i was dying and he was there to rescue me. lowercase intended
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i awoke in a chilly and white hospital room, a sobbing figure hunched over my hand as his warm tears fell on my pale, bruised skin. his hand was holding mine, carefully and protectively.
