“B-but techie, if I would’ve been w-with you maybe you wouldn’t be so h-hurt” she sobbed more, but then it registers what techie says as she feels his hand on her Cheek. “W-what?” She says in pure disbelief, no one has ever called her beautiful, or at least no one besides her family. “You-you think I-I’m b-beautiful?” She said through her sobs. He placed her hand on his, closing her eyes for just a second, breathing a bit slower, no one has ever touched her so sweetly

“Duh,” Techie laughs, the sound breathy. “You’re especially p-pr-pretty with that, uh-” Here he breaks off and starts to cough. Then he squints up at Sarah. “W-with your nose,” he says. He isn’t making a lot of sense at the moment, probably because of the cocktail of meds they’ve put him on.

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