"Hey, take it easy. You're hurt, remember?" Amandla said, stopping Emmett from moving his injured arm. He was so stubborn, it was both cute and concerning.
"I don't want to sleep anymore," Emmett mumbled, looking up at the ceiling. "My body hurts," he added lowly.
"But it's better if you lie down, yeah?" Emmett wasn't having it.
"Let me," I stood up and reached behind, cupping his neck gently. His eyes shot up to mine. Gently, I lifted him up and he winced. "Sorry," I said immediately. I rearranged the pillows behind him, fluffing them out before laying him back down. "Better?" He nodded with a smile.
"Thank you," he said.
"Does your head hurts?" I asked him, worried. What if he has another seizure and it leads to something worse. I sighed in relief when he shook his head.
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