The smell of cooked vegetables rises into her nose, her mouth begins to water. She is warm and feels that she is wrapped in a soft, fluffy blanket. It has been years since she felt so comfortable and safe. At that time, she really had pneumonia. A loud cough came from Nea’s chest; it hurt so bad she had tears in her eyes. She was ice cold, although sweat beads stood on her forehead. Under her were two sleeping bags and under her head was Miro’s folded jacket, it smelled of him, a smell that always reminded Nea of juicy oranges. The smell was comforting. She closed her eyes and breathed it in deeply, which immediately caused a renewed coughing attack. On her cheek, she felt his hand, which was unusually soft for a boy. She opened her eyes and looked right into Miro’s bright blue eyes. Concerned, he looked down at her as he felt her temperature on her forehead with his hand. The coldness of his skin was pleasant on her glowing face. Sleepily she blinked at him and saw that he was only wearing his black knit sweater, this was winter, it was cold.
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