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Esme slowly got down from the bed, glancing at the IV attached to her hand. Without hesitation, she pulled it out, wincing slightly as she did. Her gaze then shifted to Ray, sitting quietly in his wheelchair. Moving carefully, Esme bent down, picking up Ray.
A sharp pain coursed through her body, but she pushed through it, determined. After laying Ray back on the bed, he stirred slightly, turned over, and drifted back to sleep.
Esme sighed in relief, then gently adjusted all her brothers, ensuring they were comfortable before pulling the blanket over them. Her eyes landed on the AC, noticing it was set too low. She adjusted the temperature, making sure the room was warm enough, and then quietly exited.
As soon as she stepped out, she saw the servants going about their work. Her voice, hoarse from disuse, called out softly, "Where's my phone?"
