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address 2; filtered to her friends & medical
[Laura is once again on the feed, this time looking worse for ware. She's pale and clammy, wrapped up in a blanket or twelve. Beads of sweat are visible on her forehead, and it's quite clear that, like others on-board, she's quite sick.]
I'm afraid the cold that is going around has hit me rather hard.
[She coughs, and it wracks her entire body. Laura's used to appearing in-charge and put-together. And right now? She's the opposite of that. Fragile. Human. Mortal. Dying.]
If- I don't trust myself to leave my room. If someone could arrange for anyone from medical, Peter, perhaps?, to visit me, I would appreciate it.
I...
[She looks towards her right, off the camera.]
I fear the cancer has taken advantage of this illness.
I'm afraid the cold that is going around has hit me rather hard.
[She coughs, and it wracks her entire body. Laura's used to appearing in-charge and put-together. And right now? She's the opposite of that. Fragile. Human. Mortal. Dying.]
If- I don't trust myself to leave my room. If someone could arrange for anyone from medical, Peter, perhaps?, to visit me, I would appreciate it.
I...
[She looks towards her right, off the camera.]
I fear the cancer has taken advantage of this illness.

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