[once she's lying down, he reaches out to smooth her bangs against her forehead, one last brief moment of contact (punctuated with a tired, yet endeared, smile) before he pulls away. she'll absolutely notice him wobbling on his feet on his feet as he stands, pressing his face into the crook of his elbow to cough again, deep and wet and unpleasant. he turns away from her to inhale sharply when he's done, shoulders hunched. and, with a shake of his head, he he heads to the nightstand to get a cup of water]
[which he takes with him as he slips into the bathroom next to prepare her a nice, cold washcloth]
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[which he takes with him as he slips into the bathroom next to prepare her a nice, cold washcloth]