[ Lili takes a drink of water from a cup next to the bed, and looks back at him, offering a weak smile. It hurts to speak, a week of coughing will do that to you. She's willing to endure it, if it'll make him happy. She's bent enough as it is, if he shows any other emotion - and she knows it's there, the hurt, the sadness, and if the bruises are any indicator, the anger - she'll finally break. As long as they can put that off, she'll talk all day. ]
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I was scared, too. I'm lucky to be alive.