[Michael reaches out to pat Eleanor on the back, guiltily grateful for the distraction of her coughing fit. He was about to say something really emotional, wasn't he? His stomach still aches; just thinking about it makes cold sap rise in his own throat. He coughs to clear it, and forges on in a calmer tone:]
I heard you scream and I was stuck. That was the only thing I could do.
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[Michael reaches out to pat Eleanor on the back, guiltily grateful for the distraction of her coughing fit. He was about to say something really emotional, wasn't he? His stomach still aches; just thinking about it makes cold sap rise in his own throat. He coughs to clear it, and forges on in a calmer tone:]
I heard you scream and I was stuck. That was the only thing I could do.