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Shlomo This time he doesn't babble I enter the room, and he opens his eyes, stares briefly and closes his eyes. I ask him how he feels, and he gestures with his face, indicating that life has been better. When his mucus falls on his shirt in a long sticky string, he doesn't do anything. After throwing up his whole body out, Just not the hospital. But they take him to the hospital, and we wait in the ER for another 5 hours, and my cousin omer asks me why i'm so calm, if it's because i don't care, and i tell him that i care, but maybe less than him. |