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“News go around here pretty quickly thankfully, or maybe not. But I heard Miz run his mouth near the doc’s office and when doc asked about where are you, he said that you went back here”. She wasn’t about to say that as soon as Mike and his wife left, she asked for an ice pack to take with her and simply went on the lookout for him. “Why you ask? Honestly, I don’t know. There’s something about you Sami, that makes me want to stick around and make sure that you’re fine. Does that bother you?”, leaning against one of the production boxes, the brunette watched him with one eyebrow raised.

       ^{It took longer than it usually would have for Sami to process the other’s words, the gears in his brain grinding against each other at a tortuously slow pace. He blinked wordlessly at the older woman as the seconds ticked by, what felt like an enormous effort needed just to pry his eyelids apart after each blink. Finally, fragments of a reply pieced themselves together in his head, and he said,      “No, it’s–”      A pause, another yawn.      “–fine. I was just wondering, that’s all.”  Sami may not be the brightest bulb in the box, but many would agree that he had an above average emotional intelligence, allowing him to read people and see through their facades better than most others could. As such, he decided to leave the matter alone.      “So, what’re you planning to do once you get out of here?”      He asked with as much enthusiasm as he could muster–which unfortunately, due to his exhaustion, wasn’t a lot.}