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| {{tab/header|Story 1}}
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| '''Scene 1: Law Firm'''
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet]]:''' 37.8°C...
| | |story1Summary=The Main Character develops a low fever at work; Artem and Kiki press her to go home and rest. At home, she decides to take medicine to speed her recovery, but she can't decide which to take as they all seem to treat one symptom when she has many, so she takes them all. Her fever worsens, and when Artem calls to check on her, she speaks deliriously and falls asleep mid-conversation, causing him to come over. |
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet]]:''' It must be because you're tired from working overtime lately. How about you go home early and rest? I'll tell HR. | | |story2Summary=Artem tends to the MC's fever, but finds going upstairs to get supplies from her room awkward, instead leaving repeatedly to get things from his car or a nearby convenience store. Her fever worsens, and he takes her to his car to drive her to the hospital. |
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| Kiki's concern makes you happy, but looking at the pile of files on your desk, you shake your head.
| | |story3Summary=Artem drives the MC to the hospital, forbidding her from sleeping on the way there. Once there, a doctor explains that she had a simple common cold but only grew sick enough to need medical attention because she mixed medications. She's set up on an IV drip, which chills her hands, and told to rest. |
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I'm almost reaching the end of the case. I'll be able to have a good rest once I finish handing in the case files.
| | |story4Summary=The IV drip treatment continues as Artem leaves to get the MC some food, fetching a nurse to care for her on the way. Embarrassed at the trouble she's caused him and the fact that she thinks he'd held her hand while she slept, the MC pretends to continue to sleep even after resting fully. |
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Besides, it's just a small fever. You don't have to worry about me that much.
| | |story5Summary=When the MC awakens, Artem gives her a thermos of homemade chicken congee while chastising her reliance on takeout evident from the state of her kitchen. Since her fever kept coming back while she rested, the MC is ordered to stay overnight for observation. |
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| '''[[Kiki Bennet]]:''' Okay... but if you feel worse, you must tell me! | | |story6Summary=Celestine visits, bringing canned fruit for the MC's breakfast; Artem rejects these, immediately going out to buy fresh fruit instead. He then brings her home and offers to bring dinner in the evening. |
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Sure! | | |storyLocations= |
| | {{Background location|name=Law Firm|location=Themis Law Firm|image=Themis Law Firm - Office (Day).png}} |
| | {{Background location|name=Pantry|location=Themis Law Firm|image=Themis Law Firm - Pantry (Day).png}} |
| | {{Background location|name=Your Bedroom|location=Main Character's Residence|image=Main Character's Residence - Upstairs (Night).png}} |
| | {{Background location|name=|location=Main Character's Residence|image=Main Character's Residence - Downstairs (Night).png}} |
| | {{Background location|name=Artem's Car|location=Misc|image=Misc Location - Car Front Seat (Night).png}} |
| | {{Background location|name=Hospital|location=Stellis Public Hospital|image=Hospital - Hallway.png}} |
| | {{Background location|name=Infusion Room|location=Stellis Public Hospital|image=Hospital - Patient Room (Night).png}} |
| | {{Background location|name=Observation Room|location=Stellis Public Hospital|image=Hospital - Patient Room (Day).png}} |
| | {{Background location|name=Living Room|location=Main Character's Residence|image=Main Character's Residence - Downstairs (Day).png}} |
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| You gently massage your temples. You hold onto the table as you get up to fetch some hot water from the Pantry.
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| | {{Character|name=Artem Wing|image=Artem character icon 1.png}} |
| | {{Character|name=Kiki Bennet|image=Kiki Bennet character icon.png}} |
| | {{Character|name=Celestine Taylor|image=Celestine Taylor character icon.png}} |
| | {{Character|name=Doctor|image=Passerby M2 character icon.png|nolink=true}} |
| | {{Character|name=Caregiver|image=Passerby F2 character icon.png|nolink=true}} |
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| '''Scene 2: Office Pantry'''
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' There you are. How's the situation regarding that project with Pax... | | |textMessage1Title=Schizonepeta Congee |
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| | {{SL|Artem|Did you... catch a cold? You sound hoarse, like you have a sore throat.}} |
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| | |choice1=A little sick |
| | |script1={{SL|You|I may have caught the flu a few days ago.}} |
| | {{SL|You|But don't worry, Mr. Wing! I'm much better now~ I promise this won't affect my work!}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|I didn't call you about work. If you're sick, then you need to make sure to rest and don't force yourself.}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|Also... I made Schizonepeta congee. I'll bring it over later.}} |
| | |choice2=Almost fully recovered |
| | |script2={{SL|You|I think I caught a cold a few days ago, but I feel much better now!}} |
| | {{SL|You|Mr. Wing, don't worry. I'm fine.}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|That's good... Right, I made you some appetizers and Shizonepeta congee.}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|I'll bring it over later.}}}} |
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| | |choice1=Traditional Chinese medicine? |
| | |script1={{SL|You|Schizonepeta... is a type of Chinese medicinal herb, right?}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|Yes, it helps with colds.}} |
| | |choice2=Schizonepeta congee? |
| | |script2={{SL|You|What's Schizonepeta congee?}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|Schizonepeta is effective for colds.}}}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|I hope it will speed up your recovery.}} |
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| | |choice1=Curious about the taste |
| | |script1={{SL|You|I'm so curious about what it tastes like!}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|The taste isn't important... What's important is that...}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|You have to take care of yourself in the future. Don't joke around about health matters.}} |
| | |choice2=I want to learn! |
| | |script2={{SL|You|I want to learn how to make it as well.}} |
| | {{SL|You|That way, I can make it myself when I get sick in the future! No flu, no fear!}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|I'd rather you learn how to take better care of yourself.}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|Your health is the most important.}}}} |
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| | |choice1=Sorry |
| | |script1={{SL|You|I'm sorry, Mr. Wing...}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|No need to apologize.}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|There's nothing more important than your speedy recovery.}} |
| | |choice2=Thanks for your concern |
| | |script2={{SL|You|Thanks for your concern. I'll be sure to take better care of myself.}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|If your health has taken a toll because of too much work, then...}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|Make sure you let me know.}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|I'll figure something out.}} |
| | {{SL|Artem|No matter what the challenge may be, I will face it with you.}}}} |
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| Your hand suddenly went weak just as you were about to answer Artem's question. The glass of hot water falls to the ground and shatters.
| | |textMessage2Title=Bitter Pill to Swallow |
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| The sound of the glass shattering interrupts Artem's inquiry, instantly clearing your fever-hazed mind.
| | {{SL|You|Mr. Wing... Do you hate taking traditional medicine?}} |
| | | {{SL|Artem|I wouldn't say that I hate it, but I don't like it either.}} |
| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem? It didn't burn you, right? I'm so sorry... It was an accident on my part. I...
| | {{SL|Artem|I find boiling the medicine to be troublesome. I usually have the pharmacy do it for me.}} |
| | | {{SL|Artem|What's wrong? Did the doctor prescribe you traditional Chinese medicine?}} |
| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Calm down. I'm okay.
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| | | |choice1=Yeah, but I don't know how to cook it |
| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Sit down. You don't look good. Are you sick?
| | |script1={{SL|You|Yeah. The doctor said that it'll improve my health, but I overcooked it...}} |
| | | {{SL|You|When I smelled the medicine, I knew that I wouldn't be able to drink it...}} |
| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Yea, it's just a little fever, but I promise I won't let it affect my work.
| | {{SL|Artem|Are you home? Can I come over?}} |
| | | {{SL|Artem|There are techniques to cooking medicine that takes some time to learn. I can do it for you if you don't mind.}} |
| You can see Artem's expression darken at that. The furrow in his brown<!--sic--> deeper than when he frowns over a difficult case.
| | |choice2=Yeah, but I really can't drink it |
| | | |script2={{SL|You|Yeah. The doctor said that it'll improve my health, but I can't stand the smell...}} |
| Kiki had been passing by with some documents and came rushing over after she heard the glass shattering.
| | {{SL|You|I really can't drink it...}} |
| | | {{SL|Artem|You need to take care of yourself. If you have a hard time drinking the medicine...}} |
| '''[[Kiki Bennet]]:''' (Name), your lips are all pale... go home and rest already! | | {{SL|Artem|Are you home? Can I come over?}}}} |
| | | {{SL|Artem|I made some candied fruit last weekend. I'll bring it over.}} |
| '''[[Kiki Bennet]]:''' What's with the broken glass? Artem, you didn't step on it, did you? I'll go get a broom to clean it up!
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| | | |choice1=I don't want to bother you |
| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Ah, Kiki...
| | |script1={{SL|You|Oh, no. I don't want to trouble you to come all the way here over something so trivial.}} |
| | | {{SL|You|But, candied fruits? I'm looking forward to them!}} |
| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ... Zoooom, and she's gone.
| | {{SL|Artem|You can have them, but it's more important that we take care of your body.}} |
| | | {{SL|Artem|I'll have a doctor I'm familiar with ask around and see if we can change the medicine to pills instead.}} |
| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Go home. I'll take care of the rest. Remember to apply for sick leave when you come back.
| | |choice2=I can't drink it even with sweets |
| | | |script2={{SL|You|Oh, no. I don't want to trouble you. I probably wouldn't be able to drink it even with the sweets anyways.}} |
| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I'm almost done. I can still...
| | {{SL|Artem|Your health is the most important. Don't be stubborn about these things.}} |
| | | {{SL|Artem|I'll have a doctor I'm familiar with ask around and see if we can change the medicine out for pills instead.}}}} |
| Feeling Artem's piercing gaze, you lower your head as your voice grows softer.
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| | | |choice1=You're my savior! |
| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Sick people shouldn't be pushing themselves.
| | |script1={{SL|You|You're my savior!}} |
| | | {{SL|You|How should I repay the favor? Let me think...}} |
| Biting your lips, you look up at him to catch his dark eyes staring back at you.
| | {{SL|Artem|Just take better care of yourself.}} |
| | | |choice2=Do we need to go to the hospital? |
| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Take care of yourself. The work can wait. Go home and rest. | | |script2={{SL|You|Do we have to go to the hospital again...? I had to bother you with the fever last time, and this time...}} |
| | | {{SL|You|I don't even know how to thank you.}} |
| Although his tone was softer than usual, it was one that still left no room for argument.
| | {{SL|Artem|No need. Just send me a digital copy of your medical history.}}}} |
| | | {{SL|Artem|Besides... There's no need to be so polite and repay the favor or anything like that. }} |
| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I understand. l'll organize the documents and turn it over to you before I leave.
| | {{SL|Artem|This is my responsibility.}} |
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' No need, go home and rest. Leave everything to me.
| | |choice1=True. We're partners. |
| | | |script1={{SL|You|You're right. We are partners after all.}} |
| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Thank you... Artem...
| | {{SL|You|So, you can't refuse if I bake cookies for you.}} |
| | | {{SL|Artem|Ok, I won't.}} |
| '''Scene 3: Your Bedroom'''
| | {{SL|Artem|But, let's take care of your body first before baking any cookies.}} |
| | | |choice2=Are sweets also part of your responsibility? |
| When you arrive home, you head straight to the bedroom and pull out the thermometer from your medicine drawer beside the bed.
| | |script2={{SL|You|Did you... make the sweets just for me?}} |
| | | {{SL|Artem|Have you ever seen me eating sweets?}} |
| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ... 37.5°C, that's lower than when it was at the firm. lt'll go away even if I just leave it right?
| | {{SL|Artem|Make sure to take your medicine as prescribed, alright?}} |
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' But, I should still take some medicine and recover as soon as possible to prevent causing more trouble for Artem. | | {{SL|Artem|Or I'll consider making your health condition part of your performance evaluation, and monitor it strictly.}} |
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| You continue to look through the medicine drawer.
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| For fear that an illness will interfere with work, your medicine drawer is full of various cold and fever medicines.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' This is for fever... this is for headaches... this is for sore throat...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I seem to have all of these symptoms. Can't they make a medicine that just treats everything...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I'll take all of it. Hopefully, they will take all effect<!--sic--> at the same time and I'll be completely recovered by the time I wake up.
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| After taking the medicine and changing into your pajamas, you turn off the lights and go to sleep.
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| Perhaps it's the medicine, but the warm feeling of weakness spreads through your body. Your hazy consciousness becomes more blurry.
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| Your phone vibrates by your pillow, waking you from your dreamful slumber.
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| You are barely able to muster the energy to turn on the lamp on your nightstand. Struggling, you pick up the phone. | |
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Hello, Artem? You're calling so late... Are you missing a document or something?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Hold on, let me turn on my computer.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' It's not work. I just... wanted to ask if your fever has gone down.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I let you go home early and take sick leave so that you can rest, so you don't always have to be thinking about work.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Okay! I've already taken the medicine and I'm feeling much better. Next time, we can go jogging together? I'm pretty good at it.
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| That isn't something you would normally say, but luckily, he didn't find anything too odd about your behavior.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem, it sounds a little noisy over on your end. Are you already off work? | |
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' lt's noisy? How can that be? I'm in my office. There's no one speaking, and l have nothing on in the background.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Is that so? That's great. I was afraid that I might be disturbing you...
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| Suddenly, you are hit by a bout of dizziness. Your consciousness melts away slowly, like butter in the face of heat...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Hey? (Name)! What's wrong? Answer me!
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| Someone was calling out to you on the phone. The words sluggishly register in your mind, but what... were you supposed to be doing again...?
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| In a daze, the phone drops onto the blanket, making a muffled noise that made the urgent cries more distant.
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| Knock, knock, knock...
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| You can hear a faint knocking in the distance, each more urgent than the last. The knocking wakes you up.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Who is it?
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| You lean against the wall as you head downstairs. You utter a hoarse sound that scares even you.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' There's a doorbell, you know...
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| Artem's voice comes from the other side of the door. You struggle to walk over, pushing the door open. A gust of cold wind blows in.
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| The cold wind saps whatever strength you have left in your body and your feet gives<!--sic--> out beneath you.
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| You're probably going to fall to the floor... you thought to yourself...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Watch out!
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| But what you actually fall into was Artem's warm arms.
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| '''Scene 1: Living Room'''
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| You take small sips from the cup of warm milk in your hands.
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| Your parched lips get the much-needed moisture, and gone was your hoarse voice as your sore throat returns to normal.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Careful, it's hot. You've had a fever all day, so drinking milk will help you replenish protein. But... best not to drink too much.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Who would've guessed that you knew how to care for sick people...
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| '''Flashback'''
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| Artem carefully helps you over to the sofa to rest as you lean halfway against him.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Sorry for coming to your house without any warning. When I called you before, you seemed out of it.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' ...l'm glad you're okay.
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| You want to say something but remember your hoarse voice, so you merely nodded.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Alright. Let me borrow your kitchen.
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| He walks to the kitchen and opens your fridge. He takes out the milk you bought the day before yesterday.
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| Artem then prepares some warm milk, boils water, wipes your sweat with a warm towel, and even got some ice packs to cool you down.
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| Afterwards, he cleans the kitchen. You sit quietly on your couch, drinking the milk as you relish in his care.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Did your fever get worse? Do you have a thermometer at home?
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| You shake, then nod your head. You point up and then do a pulling motion to indicate that it's upstairs in a drawer.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' ...
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| '''Present'''
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| You can't help but smile when you think about how different Artem looked compared to his usual self, busying around the kitchen, suit and all.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Still thirsty? I prepared some warm water. The fever will relapse easier if you drink too much milk.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Give me the cup. l'll pour some warm water for you.
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| Artem smoothly takes the glass cup from your hands while looking hesitantly upstairs.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Rest. I'll go buy a thermometer from a convenience store nearby. If your fever doesn't go down, I'm taking you to the hospital.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Why do you have to go buy another one...?
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| Artem doesn't answer your question and quickly leaves for the convenience store.
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| You could perceive everything clearly when Artem was taking care of you. But, you begin to feel helpless, like a patient, as soon as he leaves.
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| But that sense of helplessness quickly disappears with Artem's return.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' ... It's inconvenient for me to take your temperature. Can you do it yourself?
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| You nod your head as Artem places the new thermometer he just bought into your hands.
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| You hold it under your armpit until it beeps five seconds later.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' No way... I already took medicine, but why is the fever is getting worse...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' 38.9°C... I'm taking you to the hospital right now.
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| Artem extends his hand to help you up but stops midway, placing it back down.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' It's cold and windy outside. Where did you put your thick jacket?
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| Thick jacket? You suddenly realize how you got sick...
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| Pax had requested the law firm's legal services. There were many cumbersome procedures to handle, so everyone has been working overtime as of late.
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| With the recent drop in temperatures and the overtime, you didn't have the time to swap your light jacket with a thicker one...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Uh, it's probably upstairs in my bedroom closet... in a sealed compression bag?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' ...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' l have a spare in my car. Wait for me. I'll go get it.
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| Artem leaves again, heading downstairs as soon as he finishes speaking.
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| Puzzled, you look down at your pajamas. It would be easier to grab your thick jacket from your bedroom. It was just there when you open the closet...
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| But thinking back on it, he did go out and buy a new thermometer instead of going up to my bedroom to fetch it...
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| Is he... embarrassed to go into your bedroom...?
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| Time passes while you're deep in thought, and Artem returns soon after with a thick, black, long trenchcoat.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Can you stand up?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Of course!
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| You hold onto the sofa as you stand up. You try to walk a few steps, but your legs refuse to listen.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Don't push yourself. Lean on me.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Put this on.
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| The oversized jacket envelops your entire body. You grab the collar with your hands to prevent it from slipping.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Ah!
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| With his right hand on your lower back and left hand behind your knees, Artem easily picks you up.
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| Subconsciously, you put your arms on his shoulders to steady yourself, leaning into his embrace like a safety blanket.
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| With nowhere else for your gaze, you can only stare blankly at the side of Artem's face.
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| There is a faint woody scent with a hint of vanilla. It reminds you of open fields and bonfires.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' How... nostalgic...
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| When you fell into his arms earlier, there was a similar scent. Now the same reassuring scent is on you.
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| Realizing this, you turn away, flustered.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Sorry, I wasn't...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I don't want you to fall while walking down the stairs. This is safer.
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| Artem's soothing voice is deep and magnetic, brushing the softest part of your heart.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Yea…
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| You raise your head, and your sight is immediately plunged into an endless sea of blue.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Hold on tight.
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| Artem adjusts his grip, holding you even tighter.
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| You can feel the heat rushing to your face as his scent envelops you.
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| ...You hope it wasn't your fever getting worse.
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| '''Scene 1: Artem's Car'''
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| Artem puts you down and gently pushes the back of your head into his chest, warding off the cold.
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| The black SUV is parked haphazardly on the side of the road, standing out under the dim yellow light of the street lights.
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| Artem opens the passenger door and carefully helps you in, as if he were handling a fragile treasure.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Where's your phone and ID? I'll go get it.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' l have my phone. My ID is in the small bag in the living room table.
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| You tell Artem the digital password of the electronic door lock.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Okay, wait for me to come back.
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| He gently closes the door and heads back. The car is playing a soothing piano piece.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Has the music been on the whole time?
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| The rapid knocks on your door and the way he parked...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem must have been worried when I didn't pick up his call earlier.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' There's surveillance cameras on this street... I must remember to pay for the parking ticket he'll be getting...
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| Accompanied by the melodious music and the sense of security, you drift back to sleep.
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| You hear the sound of a car door opening and closing. A cold hand touches your cheeks, which is pleasant.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Don't sleep now. You'll have plenty of time to rest at the hospital.
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| Your eyelids are too heavy to keep open. Fighting the desire to sleep, you mumble vague<!--sic--> a response back at Artem.
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| After confirming that you were still conscious, he starts the car. However, the car navigation system sounds a warning.
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| Ding! Please fasten your seat belt.
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| Whose seat belt? Yours?
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| Suddenly, the familiar woody scent, mixed with the coolness of the night, moves closer to you. Artem's voice rings in your ears.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Don't move, l'll buckle your seat belt.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You're probably the only one who will get this sick and still claim that you're okay.
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| Is that any way to talk to a sick person!? You thought to yourself angrily.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I'm starting the car. Don't sleep on the way.
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| You struggle to keep your eyes open with all the flashing neon lights in the streets, a little dazzled by it all.
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| {{tab/start}}
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| {{tab/header|Promise you won't fall asleep}}
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Okay... I won't sleep.
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| The colorful neon lights create a fantastic world before your eyes.
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| Your eyes are dry, but you sniffle and scrounge up your face, feeling a few tears leak out.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Close your eyes if you feel uncomfortable.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I'm afraid I'll fall asleep if I close them.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Then... how about we talk about something?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Okay!
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| {{tab/header|Hope Mr. Wing can talk with you}}
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| Before you get a headache from all the flashing lights, you quickly close your eyes.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem, the lights are too bright. I can't keep my eyes open.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Can you talk with me? I'm afraid if I close my eyes, I'll really fall asleep.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' What do you want to talk about?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Yeah... how about something interesting?
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| Artem turns off the music in his car and clears his throat.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' About the strategic cooperation agreement you drafted today...
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| If he talks about that, then you definitely won't be falling asleep...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem, it's not work hours. You shouldn't always be thinking of work.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Sorry, I...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' It's rare that I get to talk about something other than work... I couldn't think of anything else.
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| Well, that makes sense. In your mind, Artem is almost perpetually in work mode.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' It's okay. You don't have to apologize. l was the one who sprung this on you. I'll share some interesting stuff with you next time.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' ...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I hope you aren't pushing yourself too hard. You should try and find more ways to relax...
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| Before you finish, Artem slows the car down and levels his steady gaze at you.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Okay, I'll make sure to try doing that.
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| His tone is gentle and resolute, as if he's making you a promise.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...
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| The atmosphere grows silent for a while, but somehow you don't feel drowsy anymore.
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| '''Scene 1: Hospital'''
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| After registering, Artem supports you to get your blood test done. When you finally get the test report, you meet a visibly upset doctor.
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| '''Doctor:''' Miss, don't take medication willy-nilly when you're sick. Taking all kinds of medications together is careless.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' She took different medications together?
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| '''Doctor:''' Yes. She only had a common cold, but her fever grew this high because of drug interactions.
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| Every click of the doctor's keyboard feels like another criticism against you.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Sorry... I ended up doing something dumb because I wanted to get better faster.
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| '''Doctor:''' Be more careful with what you put into your body. Your prescription's ready. Head over to the transfusion room so they can start you on an IV drip. Your boyfriend can go pick up your medication.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Doctor, can you give me an intramuscular injection instead? I don't want a drip.
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| '''Doctor:''' You're the first person I've met who has asked for an injection. Afraid of drips?
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| '''Doctor:''' Even if that's the case, this topic isn't open to discussion. You have a mild fever, so a drip will be more effective.
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| The doctor prints out your prescription and hands it to Artem, who was next to you.
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| '''Doctor:''' Comfort your girlfriend if she's afraid. In the future, don't let her blindly take medications. All right, go and pay first.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Understood. Thank you, Doctor.
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| Probably because of the fever, you don't realize that the doctor had seriously misunderstood your relationship with Artem.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Let's go. I'll walk you to the injection room. Don't worry, it's just a drip.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' The most important thing right now is your health and recovery.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ... Okay.
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| '''Scene 2: Infusion Room'''
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| Artem helps you to the transfusion room and settles you in the station closest to the nurse's table.
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| Once you sit down, he leaves to pick up the medication. Soon, he returns with a nurse.
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| The nurse holds your left hand as the needle pierces your skin. It doesn't feel all that bad, until the cold liquid starts flowing through the drip.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' ... How is it? Still afraid?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I'm not afraid of needles, it's just...
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| You can never get used to the numbness in your hands when getting the drip.
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| The iciness of getting one is just like falling into an icy cave, the inevitably biting cold permeating through your bones.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem, I must have caused you lots of trouble today...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' It's late. Why don't you go home and rest? I'll be fine here.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Don't worry about me. Get some sleep first.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' But...
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| Despite wanting to say more, his words made the drowsiness return with full force. You groggily close your eyes.
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| Even while unconscious, you can feel the chill of the liquid spreading from the back of your hand to your fingertips.
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| You decide to move your fingers to get rid of this nagging numbness.
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| It was then, that somebody gently stops your hand from moving.
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| '''???:''' Don't move. Be careful of your IV.
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| The person's hand acts like a furnace, melting the glacier that is your hands. The cold dissipates.
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| Enjoying this warmth, you go back to sleep, satisfied.
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| {{tab/header|Story 4}}
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| '''Scene 1: Infusion Room'''
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| The smell of disinfectant...? The hospital?
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| Ah, you remember Artem sending you to the hospital because of your high fever...
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| You awaken from your slumber with the thick trenchcoat still acting as a blanket. You look over to the side.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' A—Artem, you're still here!?
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| You only turn your head slightly before you're met with Artem's gaze.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Yes.
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| Has he... been here the whole time?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' How are you feeling?
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| A nurse had stopped your infusion while you were asleep. You put a hand to your forehead, and it feels much less warm. Your body feels lighter.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I'm feeling much better... Artem, shouldn't you go home and rest?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' No need.
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| As he says that, he looks up at the time on the LED monitor in the transfusion room.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Wait for me here for a while.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Okay...
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| He then rushes out of the transfusion room.
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| It isn't until a nurse hangs up your second drip bag that Artem returns with another nurse.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem, this is...?
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| You are a little confused.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I must leave for a while, but I'm not comfortable leaving you alone.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' So I asked this nurse to look after you while I'm gone.
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| He nods at the nurse, then looks back at you.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You can rest here for a while longer. I'll be back soon.
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| Without waiting for your reply, he leaves the transfusion room again. Your heart sinks as he leaves.
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| It was then, that the familiar cold chill returns to your fingertips again.
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| '''Nursing Assistant:''' Miss, raise your hand. I'll put a hand warmer underyourhand.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Eh?
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| '''Nursing Assistant:''' Your boyfriend told me your hands get cold while using the drip, so he requested this hand warmer.
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| The nurse gently lifts your hand and puts the small hand warmer in your palm.
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| The constant heat from your hand spreads to the rest of your body. Your fever is down, but your face become hot again.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...
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| How did Artem know? You thought it was just a dream, but did he really hold your hand as you fell asleep...?
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| You hold back again on saying that he's not your boyfriend...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' W—What else did he say?
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| '''Nursing Assistant:''' Not much. He just asked that I take care of you while he is gone.
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| '''Nursing Assistant:''' He probably went to go buy you some food, considering how it's almost dinner time.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Is that so... thank you for telling me.
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| Holding the hand warmer, you feel sleepy again. The nurse, sensing your drowsiness, smiles at you.
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| '''Nursing Assistant:''' It's okay, just go to sleep. You should be sleeping as much as you can. I'll call another nurse for you later.
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| Half-asleep, you hear sounds of rushed footsteps.
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| The footsteps stop beside you and you can sense someone in front of you.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Asleep again? Did the fever go down?
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| You hear faint voices in the background. And you feel something warm on your forehead.
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| You open your heavy eyelids slightly...
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| [[File:Artem "In Sickness or in Health" CG2.jpg|300px|right]]
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| ...Artem?
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| Artem parts your bangs with his hand, lightly placing his palm on your forehead.
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| His suit jacket is swung casually over his shoulders, and even his perfect tie is slightly loose.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' ... It's definitely much better than before.
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| You can sense the relief in his voice.
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| But... you can hear Artem breathing heavily, perhaps from having walked over here in a hurry.
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| You probably peeked too long, for he seemingly notices something and stands up. The warmth you feel was fleeting.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You're awake?
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| !!!
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| Your heart skips a beat and you rub your eyes, pretending it was the light that woke you up.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' So... bright...
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| Artem covers your eyes with his hand.
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| The world becomes quiet, leaving only your panicking heartbeat.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Is this better now?
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| You nod lightly, making a noise of assent before pretending to go back to sleep.
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| The nurse had already left at Artem's instruction while you faked sleep. Later, you hear him call for another nurse.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...
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| After they take out the drip, you can't pretend you're asleep anymore, but you can't look Artem in the eye either.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Your face is still red. The nurse said that she'll be back in five minutes to take your temperature again.
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| Take your temperature? What just happened flashes in your mind.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' N-No need. I should be okay now...
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| {{tab/header|Story 5}}
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| '''Scene 1: Infusion Room'''
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' N-No need. I should be okay now...
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| Artem frowns and gently shakes his head, sitting down beside you.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I brought you congee.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Congee?
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| It was then that you notice the black thermos on the ground.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You probably haven't eaten much today. Other foods may be hard on your stomach.
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| As he says that, he pulls out a foldable spoon from the thermos and places it in your hands.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I've disinfected it already, rest assured.
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| Artem turns the lid and a wave of fragrance overwhelms your senses.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Chicken congee? Which restaurant is it from? It smells delicious!
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I made it. I initially wanted to ask you what soup you'd prefer, but the hospital's cafeteria only had rice and chicken left.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' …
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| '''Flashback'''
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I must leave for a while, but I'm not comfortable leaving you alone.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' So I asked this nurse to look after you while I'm gone.
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| '''Present'''
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| Artem asked the nurse to watch over you because of this...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' There are restaurants nearby, but they use too much oil and salt. I made a light congee that is easier to digest.
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| He pours congee from the thermos into the lid and holds it in front of you.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Be careful when drinking it. Don't burn yourself.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem, I can do it myself.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Your left hand is still recovering from the IV drip. I'll hold it for you.
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| He's right. You flex your left hand and it feels weak. You take a small sip from the small spoon he holds out to you.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Delicious...! Are you good at cooking?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Not at all. I can only make some simple homely dishes.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I see...
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| After moving out, it's rare for you to eat your parents' cooking.
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| Even though the takeout you usually order is delicious, you couldn't help but feel like something was lacking.
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| It isn't until you eat this chicken congee that you finally realize what is lacking in restaurant congee.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I don't know how to describe it, but... your congee has a taste of home in it.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Taste of home?
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| You nod.
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| It might not be comparable to the restaurants', but it has the feelings of the person who cooked for you.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Work is important, but you should really learn how to take better care of your body.
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| You freeze as you sip the congee. You don't understand why Artem's saying that out of the blue.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' One look at your kitchen is all it takes. Have you been only ordering takeout out of convenience?
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| Having been called out by Artem, you guiltily lower your head and continue to silently sip the congee, hoping to avoid his question.
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| The small bowl in front of you suddenly moves away, and you lift your head to see Artem's dissatisfied eyes.
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| Guess there's no escaping for you...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Well... work has been pretty busy lately. I've been preparing for the case and the test, so...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Sorry, I was too harsh.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You've been working hard recently. I've already handled the Pax case today, so you can just make the proper adjustments later.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I understand! Then... can I keep eating?
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| Artem sighs and fills the small bowl he holds in his hand again before handing it to you.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I'll take you to the observation room after. Your fever kept coming back, so you'll have to stay here overnight.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' l have requested a leave of absence for you tomorrow. I'll stay here tonight. We'll decide what to do in the morning.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem, why don't you go home and rest? I'll be fine by myself!
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' No. You shouldn't be left alone in the hospital, given your current state.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Maybe I should contact your parents... No, I think I'll stay. I wouldn't feel comfortable leaving.
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| You understand Artem's concerns. But Artem has been taking care of you and working without any rest...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' But, Artem, you need your rest too...
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| Artem takes the empty bowl from your hands and puts it away. Then, he looks at you with his deep blue eyes, in silent refusal.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Okay, let's go to the observation room then.
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| '''Scene 2: Observation Room'''
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| The observation room is quieter. As you lie on the bed, Artem sits beside you, looking at the case files... that he had delivered here.
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| Artem is way too dedicated to his work!
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' What's wrong? Slept too much and can't sleep now?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem, there's plenty of empty beds in the observation room. How about you rest for a while too?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' No need. Just rest. Don't worry about me.
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| You cannot fight the drowsiness any longer. You close your eyes and fall asleep to the sound of pages turning.
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| {{tab/header|Story 6}}
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| '''Scene 1: Observation Room'''
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| In the morning, Celestine rushes to the hospital, carrying a bag of things.
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| There is only one chair by the bed. Artem gives up his seat for Celestine and takes the bag from her hands.
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| After looking into the bag, Artem frowns.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You two talk. I'm going out for a while.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Okay.
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| You think Artem is just giving Celestine and you some alone time, so you don't think too much about where he's going.
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor]]:''' I heard you got a high fever. Kiki and l were worried sick. Good thing you seem better now.
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor]]:''' Kiki was going to come with me, but she got a troublesome case, so she had to go with the client.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Yeah, I'm feeling much better now. And my fever is gone. You two can rest assured!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I'll be out of the hospital soon!
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor]]:''' Nothing is more important than taking care of your body. You need to be extra careful these few days.
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor]]:''' I'm not the only one that's worried about you when you fall this ill.
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| There seems to be a hidden meaning behind her words, but your mind is preoccupied with something else.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Celestine, Artem has been with me all night, taking care of me. I haven't seen him eat anything... I...
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor]]:''' Don't worry about him. He seems pretty energetic to me. Besides, he should be taking care of you.
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor]]:''' Oh! Speaking of food, Kiki says you like to snack on canned fruits, so I bought these for you.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Thanks, Celestine!
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| At that moment, the observation room doors open and Artem is standing in the doorway, carrying a heavy bag.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Sorry, I forgot to knock. I'll come back when you two are finished talking.
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor]]:''' Come in. l was just giving (Name) something to eat. You're not being a bother.
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| You nod your head furiously.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Your fever just went down. It's better if you eat some fresh fruits, instead of the processed canned goods.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I went to buy some fresh fruits.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' But Celestine already bought them...
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| Celestine looks at you, then looks at Artem. Then, she picks up the bag on the counter.
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor]]:''' Why the long face? He's right. You should eat some fresh fruits. I'll put them on your desk at work.
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| '''[[Celestine Taylor]]:''' I'm at relieved to see that a certain someone is taking so much care of you.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' ...
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| Celestine came and left like a whirlwind. Artem sits down awkwardly next to you.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I spoke to the doctor on the way back, he said you're recovering well, and just have to make sure not to catch another cold.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' So, I can send you back home now if you want to go home.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I can leave now?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Great!
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| '''Scene 2: Living Room'''
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| Artem drives you home. Back home, he washes the fresh fruits for you, placing it on a plate and bringing it before you.
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| You're still wearing his jacket. The faint smell of vanilla lingers, inevitably reminding you of what happened last night.
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| You felt embarrassed enough pretending to be asleep, but now... you feel much worse facing him...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Thanks, Artem. You didn't rest all night, so you should go home.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Yeah.
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| Artem replies, but he doesn't show any signs of leaving.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Is there anything you wish to eat?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Huh?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You're still recovering. Takeout food won't be good for your stomach, and it'll be unpractical to make you cook for yourself.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Message me what you want to eat. I'll bring it tonight.
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| With that said, Artem leaves.
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| As he shuts the door, your lagging brain functions finally returns to normal processing speed.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...
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| This feeling... it's as we're originally family...
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| But, family not in the sense of relatives... Just how does Artem see you?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' The fever must have done a number on me... sitting here lost in my thoughts like that.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I should... think about what I want for dinner tonight.
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| Artem... will probably be waiting for your message, right?
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| {{tab/header|Text: Schizonepeta Congee}}
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Did you... catch a cold? You sound hoarse, like you have a sore throat.
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| {{tab/start}}
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| {{tab/header|A little sick}}
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I may have caught the flu a few days ago.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' But, don't worry, Artem. I’ve already gotten much better! I promise this won't affect my work!
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I didn't call you about work. If you're sick, then you need to make sure to rest and don't force yourself.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Also... I made Schizonepeta congee. I'll bring it over later.
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| {{tab/header|Almost fully recovered}}
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I think I caught a cold a few days ago, but I feel much better now!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem, don't worry. I'm fine.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' That's good... Right, I made you some appetizers and Shizonepeta<!--sic--> congee.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I'll bring it over later.
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| {{tab/end}}
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| {{tab/start}}
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| {{tab/header|Traditional Chinese medicine?}}
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Schizonepeta... is a type of Chinese medicinal herb, right?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Yes, it helps with colds.
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| {{tab/header|Schizonepeta congee?}}
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' What's Schizonepeta congee?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Schizonepeta is effective for colds.
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| {{tab/end}}
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I hope it will speed up your recovery.
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| {{tab/start}}
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| {{tab/header|Curious about the taste}}
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I'm so curious about what it tastes like!
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' The taste isn't important... What's important is that...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You have to take care of yourself in the future. Don't joke around about health matters.
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| {{tab/header|I want to learn!}}
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I want to learn how to make it as well.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' That way, I can make it myself when I get sick in the future! No flu, no fear!
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I'd rather you learn how to take better care of yourself.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Your health is most important.
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| {{tab/end}}
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| {{tab/start}}
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| {{tab/header|Sorry}}
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I'm sorry, Artem…
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' No need to apologize.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' There's nothing more important than your speedy recovery.
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| {{tab/header|Thanks for your concern}}
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Thank you for your concern. I'll be sure to take better care of myself.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' If your health has taken a toll because of too much work, then...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Make sure you let me know.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I'll figure something out.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' No matter what the challenge may be, I will face it with you.
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| {{tab/end}}
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| {{tab/header|Text: Bitter Pill to Swallow}}
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Artem, are you afraid of taking... traditional Chinese medicme?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I wouldn't say that I'm afraid, but I don't like it.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I find cooking the medicine to be troublesome. I usually have the pharmacy do it for me.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Why? Did the doctor prescribe you traditional Chinese medicme?
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| {{tab/start}}
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| {{tab/header|Yeah, but I don't know how to cook it}}
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Yeah. The doctor said that it'll improve my health, but I overcooked it...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' When I smelled the medicine, I knew that l wouldn t be able to drink it...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Are you home? Can I come over?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' There are techniques to cooking medicine that takes some time to learn. I can do it for you if you don't mind.
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| {{tab/header|Yeah, but I really can't drink it}}
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Yeah. The doctor said that it'll improve my health, but I can't stand the smell...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I really can't drink it...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You need to take care of yourself. If you have a hard time drinking the medicine...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Are you home? Can I come over?
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| {{tab/end}}
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I made some candied fruit last weekend. I'll bring it over.
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| {{tab/start}}
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| {{tab/header|I don't want to bother you}}
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Oh, no. I don't want to trouble you .to come all the way here over something so trivial.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' But, candied fruits? I'm looking forward to them!
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' You can have them, but it's more important that we take care of your body.
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| {{tab/header|I can't drink it even with sweets}}
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Oh, no. I don't want to trouble you. I probably wouldnt be able to drink it even with the sweets anyways.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Your health is the most important. Don't be stubborn about these things.
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| {{tab/end}}
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' I'll have a doctor I'm familiar with ask around and see if we can change the medicine out for pills instead.
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| {{tab/start}}
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| {{tab/header|You're my savior!}}
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' You're my savior, Artem!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' How should I repay the favor? Let me think...
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Just take better care of yourself.
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| {{tab/header|Do we need to go to the hospital?}}
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Do we have to go to the hospital again...? I had to bother you with the fever last time, and this time...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I don't even know how to thank you.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' No need. Just send me a digital copy of your medical history.
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| {{tab/end}}
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Besides... There's no need to be so polite and repay the favor or anything like that.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' This is my responsibility.
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| {{tab/start}}
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| {{tab/header|True. We're partners.}}
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' You'e right. We are partners after all.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' So, you can't refuse if I bake cookies for you.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Ok, I won't.
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' But, let's take care of your body first before baking any cookies.
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| {{tab/header|Are sweets also part of your responsibility?}}
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Did you... make the sweets just for me?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Have you ever seen me eating sweets?
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Make sure to take your medicine afterwards.
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| {{tab/end}}
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| '''[[Artem Wing|Artem]]:''' Or I'll make your health condition part of your performance evaluation and monitor it strictly.
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| {{tab/end}}
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