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[If you're in need of medical attention right now, unfortunately, you're S.O.L. because Litchi is sick. Very sick. Hacking coughs, puffy eyes, stuffed nose, high fever... you name it, it's there.
She's bundled up on her couch, a miserable pile of blankets topped with Bang's ratty old scarf, in her trailer. There's a mug of steaming hot tea on the table beside said couch.
She really doesn't want any visitors. But that surely won't be stopping anyone from coming in, right?]
She's bundled up on her couch, a miserable pile of blankets topped with Bang's ratty old scarf, in her trailer. There's a mug of steaming hot tea on the table beside said couch.
She really doesn't want any visitors. But that surely won't be stopping anyone from coming in, right?]