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... ll, quite the opposite - with all this turmoil in the hospital, huge anxiety, and sheer physical exhaustion, my eyelids felt like they were made of concrete, and my mind refused to process the signals sent by my body. However, iron embraces, as if breaking bones to an ordinary person, a wet shirt, and quiet sobs next to me definitely didn't contribute to a restful sleep. With a resigned sigh, I lowered my right hand, propped under my head, onto Saya's shoulder and gently stroked.
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