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"Glad t' hear it, Buchanan. Ah'll see you then." The sheriff took his leave, only briefly wish you well. "Have a good evenin' with Ms. Kent, now."
The door shut behind him, much to Mary's dismay. His exit was followed by an irritated bleat from beyond the house's walls.
Cora could be heard making a bed. "Right, now, I suppose you should head to bed early."
She hurried behind you and began taking off your jacket, motioning you towards your sleeping bag. "I don't know why the sheriff sees it fit to entrust a man with a head injury with a risky job like that, but I've got no room to question. I've just got to help where I can."
You moved to say something, only for her to tell you to turn towards the corner. Once she was in her nightgown, you spoke. "It ain't that bad, Cora. I haven't even seen things for a day or two now."
The nurse gave you a mild look. "I'm glad to hear that... though, I do worry that it might change tomorrow. I've heard of patients going through lulls in their hallucinations before."
She knelt by her bedside and spent a few minutes in prayer. From what you heard, you'd noticed that she'd begun referring to God in... less certain terms. "Don't die out there."
With that, Cora gave you a gentle smile and crawled into her bed. "Goodnight, Buchanan."
"Goodnight, Cora."
>Your sleep was uneventful, but restful. If you dreamt anything, you couldn't remember it.
>It took some time to fall asleep. Too much was on your mind. Eventually, though, you managed... only to be greeted with an unpleasant dream.
>You slept very deeply, dreaming of nothing but pleasantries and having some difficulty waking.
