[We see Belarus in bed. She is deathly sick. Cold sweat drips down her ghostly pale face. She's crying. Her eyes are wide as she wheezes, her chest heaving up and down.... up and down.... up and down...]
Brother... Sister... h-help me... [She sobs. She's stuck on her back, wheezing and weeping. Her teeth are stained red from the blood welling up
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Belarus?
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Y-Yes? Spain?
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What's wrong? Can I help at all?
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[coughs viciously]
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Is anyone there to help you? I'll come over right now if you need any help-
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No... I'm fine. I've had this for the past five years. I can handle it...
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[He hesitates.]
Well...If you need anything, you can always just call me. I'll be glad to help.
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