[He wheels into Letha's room. She's pale, almost to the point of being grey, with her eyes closed. There's dark circles around her eyes and her long hair is disheveled. If it weren't for the slow rise and fall of her chest, she'd be easy to mistake for a corpse.
Ivar takes her limp hand gently.]
Letha? There's a doctor here who thinks he can help.
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[He wheels into Letha's room. She's pale, almost to the point of being grey, with her eyes closed. There's dark circles around her eyes and her long hair is disheveled. If it weren't for the slow rise and fall of her chest, she'd be easy to mistake for a corpse.
Ivar takes her limp hand gently.]
Letha? There's a doctor here who thinks he can help.