E/O Challenge: Dawn - 100 words on the dot!
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"Relax, you're okay…"
A glance to the shirt held tightly against him, its puke plaid pattern quickly turning bright red.
A look at Sam and a realization. It must be bad if he's one drop away from becoming a puddle on the floor.
"Whether you like it or not, we're gonna talk about this. No more risking your life for me."
"Y…you have to stop."
It dawns on him.
This stunt has just earned him the mother of all moments, complete with a major dose of chick-ness.
As if he wasn't queasy enough already.
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