"I, um..." Uncertainty shuffles between his words. "Lemme try."
With effort, Curtis gets his arms steadied against the bed; when he tries to push, though, he winces hard and sinks back to the pillows. "Shit. Can you help?"
(The uncertainty starts to burn away as frustration wells up, like paper smoldering against a lit match.)
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With effort, Curtis gets his arms steadied against the bed; when he tries to push, though, he winces hard and sinks back to the pillows. "Shit. Can you help?"
(The uncertainty starts to burn away as frustration wells up, like paper smoldering against a lit match.)