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         Peeling herself from the wall, she rushes forward
         and grabs his hand. Fully prepared to walk out
         with him like she’s stealing him away. And in a way,
         she kind of is.

         She doesn’t really think about him needing to pack.
         She just wants to leave before he forgets again.        

     _{“W - wait. One second.”}

  _{[ He stretches towards his dresser with her hand still looped in his and fumbles open a drawer, pulling his inhaler from it. Then he takes his phone out of his pocket and tosses it onto the bed.}

    _{He’ll have to get a refill of insulin eventually, but they’ll cross that bridge when they get there. ]}

     _{“Okay. Ready.”}