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While My Guitar Gently Weeps Chp. 3

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I leaned my head back, almost ready to fall asleep myself. I remembered the respirator in my hand. My eyes slid down to it, debating whether to try to put it on him or not. I decided to let it go, give him his space for a few hours.
I dropped it on the table next to him. It clattered, maybe a bit too  loudly, but luckily it didn't wake him up.
I watched while he took deep breaths, having no trouble so far. I was trying my hardest to keep my eyes open. I was too tired, and I shouldn't be staying awake. But I couldn't just leave him alone, either.
Talk about a moot point.
"Can I ask you something?" he said suddenly. I almost fell out of my chair, startled. As it was, I did manage to catch my hand on the bed frame. "For Christ's sake! I thought you were asleep!"
He opened his eyes and grinned at me. "I'm a good actor."
I just rolled my eyes and sighed, leaning forward. "What do you want to ask, George?"
He seemed to hesitate, then asked me something else. "What exactly are my injuries?"
My face hardened; I could feel it. "Broken arm, both your legs are broken, and way too much lost blood. Put it this way: you aren't getting out of here any time soon."
Here you are, everyone!
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