[He just holds her hand for a moment. And it's like a switch is turned on, and the sorrow and grief he was holding back spill out. He's blinking away tears. Everything that happened. Everything that was done. Everything that could be done.]
[She...probably won't survive this week, will she?]
[He finally shakes his head with some finality, turning his gaze away. Pained. Heartbroken. They were friends, they were and then she...]
[His hand slips out of hers, voice quiet as he speaks - anger rising, but sadness more than anything]
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[She...probably won't survive this week, will she?]
[He finally shakes his head with some finality, turning his gaze away. Pained. Heartbroken. They were friends, they were and then she...]
[His hand slips out of hers, voice quiet as he speaks - anger rising, but sadness more than anything]
...You can go now.