[He hates you, Don. He hates you so much right now. Between the dizziness and the jostling, it'd taken him every ounce of concentration he had to keep himself from losing his lunch on the way over.
But now that he's safely at the house, he'd never been so grateful to be bedridden. He buries his face in the pillow and measures his breathing, trying to regather his bearings.
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But now that he's safely at the house, he'd never been so grateful to be bedridden. He buries his face in the pillow and measures his breathing, trying to regather his bearings.
Don't worry, Don, he's not going anywhere.]