E/O Challenge: Dawn - 100 words on the dot!

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A whisper.

"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."


A sniffle.

"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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