Miranda's tongue was quickly back in her mouth at Maddox's gentle scolding of Murrie, and she pressed her lips into a tight smile at her ill brother before hurrying across the room to drop into Maddox's chair. Ugh, even just moving quickly was tiring, so she was glad for the chair and she propped her feet up on the edge of Murrie's bed.
She really, really, hoped and prayed that her brother hadn't caught the same thing she did. Because---okay, she was lucky, but she was quite aware that people were dying from it, and...and it probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, sit around someone who might have the disease when her immune system was shot, but she couldn't help it. He was her brother, and he'd been there for her, so...it was just what she had to do.
"We need some tunes," Miranda said, wincing at her lack of voice. Her brows furrowed before her brothers could celebrate her quietness. "Turn on the wireless---or, you know. Play us a song on the guitar I'm not allowed to touch until you're dead."
Miranda smiled, though, scrunching her face at Jamie.
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