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Soft, almost inaudible whimpers escaped from her parted pink lips and I could not help but stare at her sleeping figure. I watched her body twitch with discomfort on the bed. I had asked that lady from my staff to check for Tia's fever and she confirmed that the fever was gone. Two hours had passed after the doctor had gone. The medications might have worked and the fever was gone too. But Tia was still sleeping and now, she was restless in her sleep too. Was she having some kind of nightmare?
I wanted to make her feel at comfort and at ease but I could not. I wanted to clear her sweat-ridden forehead from the strands of hair that were sticking to her forehead. Even though the air conditioner of the room was cooling efficiently, there were beads of sweat on her forehead.
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