Torvald squeezed that hand and was really grateful for the Finn being there with him right now when he felt sick. The idea of being carted off in an ambulance to hospital scared him but he was trying to be brave.
"Am I going to hospital?"
The young Swede felt himself being lifted onto a harder bed. Was it a bed? No. It wasn't all soft and spongy.
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on 2024-08-23 08:33 pm (UTC)"Am I going to hospital?"
The young Swede felt himself being lifted onto a harder bed. Was it a bed? No. It wasn't all soft and spongy.