Poor Sweet Baby
“Owwwww ..."
Jens is groaning, his head resting on the pillow, forehead wet with perspiration.
“Hurts ...”
“Get some sleep,” Freddie says, lowering the blinds.
“Can’t ... hurts ...”
“Just wait until that paracetamol is working.”
“Isn’t.”
“You only just took it.”
“Too hot to sleep ...”
“It’ll help with your
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