[He's being hugged... he still can't get up, but he manages to flop an arm against her back. His head feels like it's stuffed with cotton again, but if he pushes through the mental haze...
he remembers... the garden... he was supposed to leave if he felt strange, but he didn't listen. she took him outside, and...]
... did I pass out again? [everything past that is a blur. He groans again, groggily bringing up his other hand to rub the sleep from his eyes.] It's okay. I'm fine now... I'm the one who should apologize.
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he remembers... the garden... he was supposed to leave if he felt strange, but he didn't listen. she took him outside, and...]
... did I pass out again? [everything past that is a blur. He groans again, groggily bringing up his other hand to rub the sleep from his eyes.] It's okay. I'm fine now... I'm the one who should apologize.