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cracking open an eye at the sound of her mother's voice, chickadee managed a nod and a groan. her stomach felt as though it were aboard a vessel, and the nausea was making her feel hazy in other ways.
"i still feel like hot garbage, mom," chickadee sighed, reaching up to kiss maia back. "i hope i get over whatever this is soon. i'm so worried about, like, giving it to someone." her exhale was heavy. "are you doing okay? how's dad?"