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Guppy comes into the bar from the back door and goes over to the bar. He takes a small map of the world from his pocket and puts a cross next to one of the vertical lines.

He gets a cup of coffee and sits next to the fire. He looks tired and keeps dozing off, but forces himself to wake up again each time.

Eventually he just can't keep his eyes open and flops onto the side of the chair.

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Helen sighs. "That doesn't stop me from being worried, however..."

"I know, and I'm sorry. I don't want you to worry. But I don't want you to get sick either, and looking after me would be very tough. You'd be better able to help me if you're awake and fresh."

Helen sighs. "Very well then." She smiles a bit. "You can keep the blanket. I made it for you, you know."

"You did? Thank you."

He wraps it around his nose.

"Smells nice, like your hair."

Helen smiles a bit more. "Thank you. It's what I have been up to through the holidays. Making blankets, and clothes." She nods. "But you need sleep, Guppy."

"Yes." he says vaguely.

"I feel awful." he confesses. "My head feels like it's going to explode or drop off."

"You do not look well either." Helen tells him, worriedly. "I'll walk you to your room?"

Guppy nods and gets up. He puts his hand to his head.

"Thank you." he whispers. "I promise I'm trying."

Helen stands and supports him. "You'll get better. I know it. It'll all be alright."

He is trembling like a leaf in the wind, and almost as fragile. He's so bony and thin that he looks like the breeze could knock him over. His skin is a little hot to the touch, the severe weight loss leaving him open to lots of little infections that he just can't shake off.
He wraps the blanket around his body and lets her lead him.

Helen gently takes his hand and leads him slowly, up the stairs and down the hall to his room. Her face is a mass of worry for him. When they get to his room, she looks to him, and asks gently, "Do you have your key?"

He nods, getting it out and unlocking the door. He goes straight to the bed and sits down heavily, holding his head.

Helen gently slips off his shoes, and helps him lie down. She pulls the covers over him. "Sleep, Guppy, dear," she says softly, kissing his cheek.

"'m sorry." he whispers, drawing the blanket she made over him so he can smell it.

He is asleep within minutes.

Troubled, restless sleep.

"It's alright."

Helen watches him for a while, then, kissing his cheek again, leaves the room and closes the door. All she can do now is pray he will be alright.

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