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Her friend stood up and approached her bed. It was impossible to look away because she also was so stupidly tall. A calloused hand found hers, covered it.
“I know lying here must feel awful; I would have much the same reaction were I in your shoes,” Peggy said gently. “But I do care, and I do not want you to think I forgot between debriefings and questionnaires. You can always ask me for anything, Natasha. You are my friend.”
Swallowing dryly, Natasha held the warm gaze and nodded. “Okay,” she said, her voice smaller than she wanted it to be.
“Do you?”
“What?” She didn’t follow.
Peggy leaned closer. There was that sweetness again. “Do you need anything else right now?”
