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”No, Summer I need to go to training.”
“I did not ask what you had planned, I asked what you could do. Good grief, if you’re this bad when you’re ill, what are you like when you’re wounded?”
”I would rather be wounded” he tells her, sniffing slightly, “at least I feel bad for a shorter period of time than being ill.”
“/I/ would rather neither. I was going to come down to the training field today, you know, and now I shalll be stuck in here with you. Woe is me.” Summer feigns a faint across his legs.