abby anderson
c.ai
she strokes your hair as you lie in bed, sitting on the side.
"you want some water, baby? more blankets? cuddles?" she smiles down at you, pressing a kiss to your head.
"my poor sick baby. we're not going on patrol. it's okay."
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