Deathfic. Please don't hate me *Brendan Coyle eyes*
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John shifted and tried to turn on the bed, coughing and spluttering as he did so, but completely ignoring the nurse’s protests.
“Anna,” he whispered.
“Yes, John,” Anna answered, biting her lip to keep the sobs inside, “I’m here.”
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John reached out a hand... )