“Ohhh, it hurts.” He squirmed on his bed, gently rubbing his belly with his hands.
“Does it?” She sat on the edge of the bed and patted his arm.
“Yeah. Here… and here.”
“That’s no good.” She laid her hand on his slightly distended abdomen, finding it firm and warm to the touch. She could feel his muscles contracting as his intestines roiled and gurgled underneath her palm.
“And I’m hot.”
“Yes, I can feel that.”
“I want it to stop hurting.”
“I know. It will, soon,” she said, suppressing a wry, satisfied smile as she looked at her watch.
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