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“Don’t pass out,” he said. “Talk to me.” Sarah swallowed. “Remember… that camping trip… last year?” Jessie almost laughed. “Yeah. You got mad because I burned the sausages.” “You did burn them,” she whispered. “Still ate them though.” “Yeah…” her eyes fluttered. “Guess we weren’t that smart.” Jessie tightened the bandage, hands stained red. “Stay with me, Sarah.”