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Arya smirks as Gendry laughs from the doorway, “What’re you in for, love?”
Arya watches as she lowers her bed back into a more comfortable position, “Kidney transplant. Apparently the one I got is no good. Bout like all these other quacks in this place. Save for this one, she’s not too bad.” Mrs. Sanderson nods to Arya and Gendry can’t help but support a proud smile on his face causing Arya to blush subtly.
Gendry gets a call on his walkie then, prompting to leave the girls alone once more as Mrs. Sanderson turns to Arya in her bed with a knowing grin of her own. Arya folds her arms across her chest in childlike defiance, “What are you looking at me like that for?”
The older lady smiles at her softly, “Oh sweetheart, you got it bad.”
Arya can’t help but to let the corners of her mouth hint at a small smile, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t play dumb with me girl, I am much wiser than you are. And I can tell you he’s got it just as bad. Which makes me a little mad, because that man is a fine piece of ass if you ask me.”
Arya’s jaw drops at the audacity of her words, “Okay, that’s enough ogling the help. You need to sleep. I’ll check back in on you in a few hours.”