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Andrea’s eyes brim with tears, and she looks away trying to hide them from Lance. She doesn’t want to refuse him a third time, but she can’t accept either. She presses her lips together and watches as Robert passes Lance another glass of water. Her ear is pressed to his chest, so she can hear him swallow it down. Within a few minutes, Lance clears his throat and says he needs to use the toilet. Andrea isn’t surprised—in just fifteen minutes he’s had almost two liters of water. Robert walks to the bedside and tries to help Lance up but Andrea waves him away. “Let me help him,” she says, surprising herself. Lance raises his eyebrows at her and Robert clears his throat nervously, but Andrea gets up. Carefully, she takes Lance’s arm and puts it around her shoulders to help support him. La