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A/N: Sorry for the long delay. Here's the last chapter :) Enjoy!

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Home

She was sinking, deeper and deeper, but strangely she did not feel like drowning. Around her, Arthur was lost, but Princess Merlin felt no panic inside her chest. She felt peace, she was at peace, and closing her eyes, she sank deeper and deeper.

The waters of the Lake of Avalon hummed with magic, with the waves crashing against her body, bringing her with the flow. Merlin let the magical lake bring her wherever it wills, pushing her farther and farther from the surface.

From above, she saw bright light and her gut feeling told her to follow it. Her gut was never wrong, as proof with her constant decisions back in Ancient Camelot as Meredith the maidservant.

Her arms and legs felt like jelly as she swam closer and closer to the surface. She was an awful swimmer; King Balinor had forced her to go through swimming lessons in times of need, and she always hated them. But here, in this lake, she strangely felt at ease. The tiredness and heaviness that always accompanied her swimming was gone. All she did was swim higher and higher, until she finally resurfaced from the water.

The light she was apparently following was from a search lamp. The sudden impact of being underwater a while ago finally hit her, and the pain of drowning overwhelmed her chest. Wild coughs racked her body, the harsh, biting wind of the night prompting her to shiver violently. Fuzzily, she thought she'd rather be underwater again, taken care by the magical water, but she suddenly felt some pressure on her almost numb arms.

Through blurry eyes, she could make out the faces of King Arthur's knights, Gwaine and Percival. Slight confusion appeared on her face, watching them mouth furious words she could not understand, and noting that they were not wearing their armors. Instead, they sported long sleeves with disheveled bow ties. Their eyes were wide as they effortless brought Merlin back on the shore of the lake.

"Ar… thur," she slurred, finally realizing she was with her bodyguard. Percival brought her into his arms, her head lolling back in tiredness. "Percival," she gasped, her lungs still adjusting with the sudden rush of oxygen. "Arthur…"

"Shh," he said, holding her tighter against his arms. "You're all right. He's all right."

She gazed on the ground just beside her and Percival, and she soon caught sight of her unconscious Head Bodyguard. Relief washed over her form as she finally succumbed to the calls of unconsciousness.

As he slowly opened his eyes, Arthur instantly knew something was different. Eyes lazily roaming around the room, the surrounding seemed strange, having been used to his vast bed back in Camelot. The heavy curtains were wonderful, shielding him off from the sudden sunlight pouring through the windows.

This room was different, however, for the sunlight scattered through, prompting him to scowl darkly. He tried to rack his brain, remembering what had transpired last night and how come he was in this strange room.

Blearily, he looked at the alarm clock placed at his bed side, blaring the time '10:00 am'. 'It's still so early,' he mentally groaned, trying to sit up, when he suddenly froze in shock. Realization dawned as he looked back at his alarm clock, a metal contraption that was not yet invented during Ancient Camelot.

His eyes roamed around once more, realizing more and more that he was back in his dorm room in the University of Avalon. An onslaught of emotions came crashing through and he plopped back down on his bed, disbelieving with the sight.

'It worked,' he thought, awed, that apparently trying to drown in the Lake of Avalon would bring them back to the present. 'I'm home.'

He was then reminded that Princess Merlin was with him, prompting him to shot back up from his bed. His whole body complained, pained from the experience of time travelling and drowning, but he ignored them all. He had to make sure that Merlin was well before he could rest easy.

Before he could even wear his slippers, he finally caught sight of the small lump slumbering on the couch in his dorm room. He shot a quick glance at Gwaine's bed, and was surprised to see that he was not on it. 'Where did he go?' he thought, now walking closely to the sleeping form.

To his surprise, it was the princess. Horrified that he was able to sleep on a bed whilst the Crown Princess slept on the couch, Arthur crouched down and gently shook her awake.

She immediately woke up, her eyes widening upon seeing her bodyguard. Arthur helped her on a sitting position, and was caught off guard when she threw her arms around his neck.

"We're home," she tearfully cried, pulling away slightly just to look at his face.

The bodyguard grinned, and held Merlin's shoulders to completely pull her away from him. He then proceeded to survey her body, hoping against hope that she was not injured from their travel back home. To his relief, there were no apparent wounds on her body.

"I'm fine," she said, blushing with his perusal. "Honestly, I am."

Arthur sighed and pulled the chair from his desk. He sat down and stared once more at the princess.

"How long was I unconscious?"

"Just a few hours," she said, stretching languidly to shake off some remnants of her sleep. "I woke up earlier than you did, when my parents came to visit me."

A lump formed in his throat. "How… how long have we been gone?" he asked slowly.

Merlin smiled disbelieving and shook her head. "Hours, Arthur," she replied, still sporting that disbelieving look on her face. "We've only been gone for hours, when we've been in Camelot for what, a year?" She ran a tired hand through her face and sighed. "My other bodyguards were worried we weren't back. They saw the whole debacle in the Lake of Avalon, and were relieved they found us."

"Hours?" he mouthed, slumping on his seat. "That short, huh?"

She nodded her head. "I am actually grateful for it, though," she said. "It meant we did not miss a lot."

He merely absentmindedly nodded his head, still trying to digest her words. "Where are the others, though?" he asked.

"Well, I kicked them out to let them at least eat some breakfast," she said, a fond smile growing on her face. "They've been noisily tittering over you a while ago. It was a wonder you did not woke up from all the ruckus they made."

Bodyguard Arthur looked at her, his eyes shining with all the emotions he was feeling right now. "I can't believe it," he gushed out. "We're actually home."

She mirrored his expression. "We are," she said, followed by a sad smile. "I… I'm not sure if it is right for me to feel this, but I actually miss Camelot."

He understood what she felt, feeling that miserable longing in his heart, too. During their stay, Camelot became an important place in his heart. Not all of the reincarnations were given the opportunity to truly relieve their days as their original counterpart, and he felt special he was chosen for this kind of adventure. He missed it, badly so if he may, and he could not deny it.

"At least we are home," he reassured her with a smile, but she did not return it at all. "What's wrong?"

Princess Merlin looked at her lap and sadly sighed. "While you were sleeping, I tried to recall the memories of our original counterparts," she softly started. She then slowly lifted her head and tearfully looked back at Arthur. "I… I don't think they remember us, Arthur."

He was silent for a while, trying to recall the memories of his past reincarnation. Images of the king and Manservant Merlin danced in his mind's eye, as they engaged in different adventures. There were enemies of old, magical and non-magical, alike. But there were no memories of him nor Princess Merlin. There were no sudden disappearances of the legends. In fact, the timeline was set back as what they had originally remembered.

"At least we remember," he offered once more, somehow relieved that he would not be forgetting that seemingly unforgettable adventure he had.

This prompted Princess Merlin to smile, much to his relief.

"What happened to assailant, by the way?" he inquired.

Merlin composed herself for a while, before answering. "When my parents came by a while ago, they told me there had been death threats addressed to the castle for the past few days," she started, frowning as she recalled her conversation with King Balinor and Queen Hunith. "They all thought that the target was either of them, so the security in the castle was heightened. Turned out" – she gestured at herself – "I was the target after all."

"What of the assailant then?" he asked, growing somber and worried with the story. "Was he captured? Imprisoned?"

A strange expression appeared on her face, much to his surprise. "Oh, she was captured, all right," she spat, eyes turning into slits.

"She?" he echoed, surprised. "The perpetrator was a woman?"

"Apparently," she said, her expression growing stranger and stranger. "My parents were somehow still sensitive with the subject and they did not tell me any more details, save from their description of the assassin."

He did not like how she was sounding right now. "What did they say?" he urged.

Unblinkingly, she met his curious, blue eyes. "Long, ebony hair… piercing, grey eyes," she recounted, almost breathlessly. "Gwaine, that pervert, reckoned she was a beauty."

His heart fell to his stomach. "Is it…" His words faltered, as Merlin vigorously nodded her head.

"I am sure of it," she said, followed by a tired sigh. "I just can't believe it."

Arthur released a low whistle, surprised with the sudden turn of events.

"She was sent far away, I think," Merlin continued. "The king would not tell me what they would do to her, but I'm assuming it would be nowhere near pleasant."

"Of course it would not be pleasant," he shot back, slightly angered. "She almost killed you."

Merlin smiled. "And yet, I'm still alive, and it is all thanks to you," she said, reaching forward to grab his hand. "My parents are eternally grateful for your hard work. From what I heard from a bird or two, expect a reward."

The bodyguard rolled his eyes. "Why?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow, "I was just doing my job."

She giggled as her response. "And a damn good one, I tell you!" she replied.

"Shh," Arthur said, mockingly placing a finger against his lips. "What will Queen Hunith say when she hears her only daughter cursing in such an unprincess-like manner."

Princess Merlin sighed and shook her head. "I guess we're back to our original roles," she gesturing at the two of them. "Me as a princess, and you as a bodyguard." A soft moan escaped from her lips as she slumped against the couch. "I miss cleaning."

"I can't say I miss being a king, though," he said, thoroughly relieved he did not have to attend to another council meeting and listen to the endless chattering of some of the selfish lords. Somehow, he felt sorry for the original Once and Future King.

"I'm just…" She reached for his hand again and gave it a squeeze this time. "I'm just glad we remembered everything."

He grinned back, cheeks reddening as he remembered their conversation back in the Darkling Woods. "I told you my love for you will transcend time," he boldly said, despite his hot cheeks.

Merlin's face reddened with his statement. "Cheeky," she replied, her grin stretched so wide Arthur wondered if they hurt. "I like that."

Their conversation was broken as the door was suddenly pushed open. Merlin jolted, immediately retrieving her hand, and lightly glared at the newcomers. Arthur amusedly turned his eyes to the door as Gwaine, Leon, Percival, Elyan, and, much to his relief, Lancelot, came pouring inside.

"You're awake!" Percival exclaimed. The boys proceeded to engulf the Head Bodyguard into a tight hug, knocking off the air from his lungs.

"Hey, hey!" Arthur exclaimed. "I'm still recuperating!"

Boisterous laughter rang in the room as they simultaneously took a step back to allow Arthur to breathe. Beaming, he looked at the other bodyguards, his friends, and yes, he missed Camelot terribly, but he was back, and it was all that mattered. His eyes lingered a little bit on Lancelot, somehow grateful that the bodyguard would not be sacrificing himself in this timeline to seal off a tear or something like that

"Where did you go, you lot?" the princess inquired. "Breakfast was over hours ago!"

"We had this emergency meeting with the palace guards, the king, and the school administration," Leon answered, pointedly staring at Arthur. "King Balinor was not thrilled with the turn of events, which is expected."

"Which is bad news for you, princess," Gwaine quipped. "You are to be strictly guarded right now. Everywhere you go, at least one of your bodyguards must accompany you. During bathroom breaks, Gwen and Freya are to accompany you…"

Princess Merlin bristled. "But, they're not even my coursemates!" she interjected.

Gwaine shrugged. "The school will do something about it," he replied. "You also can't sneak off at night this time. Two of us will be guarding your door."

She crossed her arms and grumbled darkly under her breath.

Arthur tutted. "Not very princess-like," he said, shaking his head for effect. The others boisterously laughed while the princess glared darkly at him. If looks could kill, he would be dead right now. "I know that we will be extra strict this time – ."

" – and I'll be extra annoyed - ."

" – but this is for your own good," the head bodyguard finished, amusement on his face.

She merely harrumphed and looked away.

"So, we hate to break this mini reunion," Elyan said, "but we are summoned back in the castle for further instructions from the palace guards."

Arthur made a move to stand up, but they all shook their heads.

"King Balinor specifically told us to let you rest," Lancelot said, holding down onto Arthur's shoulders until he plopped back down on his seat.

"But - ."

"We get that you want to be the best bodyguard of the year," Gwaine said, an amused glint in his eyes, "but let the others shine, too, you git."

Arthur made a huge show of rolling his eyes, but he did not complain any further. Perhaps it was travelling forward into time, but he would not admit that he felt awfully tired. From how Princess Merlin fought on keeping her eyes open, he reckoned she must be feeling the same way, too.

"We'll be back before twilight," Leon said. "For now, do get some rest. You look awful." He shot a look at Merlin and grinned. "Even you, princess."

She raised her chin. "How dare you insult your future queen?" she playful replied, earning her a wicked grin on Leon's face.

They soon poured out of the room, leaving Arthur and Merlin alone. The princess then proceeded to slump back down on the couch and drew her knees to her chest. Arthur watched her antics in amusement.

"Go back to your room," Arthur urged. "I'll guard your room so that you can rest well."

She vigorously shook her head.

"Then, at least take my bed, or Gwaine's," he continued.

"No," she said, a tired smile on her face. "I like your couch."

Arthur sighed and stood up, grabbing a spare blanket from his cabinet. He then proceeded to cocoon the princess with the warm, comfortable blanket, prompting her to sigh.

"Thank you," she said, squirming underneath until she found the right position. "You should rest, too, Arthur. You do look terrible, you know."

The bodyguard made a face. Instead of answering, he dropped a kiss on her forehead. "Rest well," he murmured, smiling down at the sleepy princess.

He was about to stand up and go back to his comfortable bed, when she held onto his sleeve. Arthur looked at her questioningly, as her cheeks grew hot under his gaze.

"I… I'm glad I remember everything, Arthur," she shyly said, prettily smiling up at him.

His breath hitched slightly at her smile. Bending down, he bestowed another kiss, but this time on her lips. "Me too," he said. "Me too."

Princess Merlin looked around, contentment in her heart as another semester started in the University of Avalon.

Her Christmas break was a whirlwind of parties and charities, and everything was too dizzying. She was so used in being behind the scenes during events such as these back in Camelot; it almost caught her off guard with the humongous amount she had to spend on the dance floor and in the public just to please her future subjects.

"I miss being a maidservant," she whined once to her Head Bodyguard, who merely chuckled at her in amusement.

Ever since the attempt to her life, her bodyguards and her parents were stricter than before. Queen Hunith refused to let her attend functions without her by her side. King Balinor, busy as he may be as the supreme leader of the country, made it a point to always check up on his daughter every time he could. Despite the break, her bodyguards were also her constant companions, not that she was complaining. After all, this meant she could spend more time with Arthur. The others were annoyingly boisterous, however, and it was hard to be discreetly meeting with Arthur when they would constantly flank her side.

She invited Freya to the castle over the holidays, much to the girl's glee. Gwen was with her when she visited; the dark-skinned beauty had already visited the castle a few times for Elyan, hence, it was only Freya who was actually quite excited with their little get-together.

Before Merlin knew it, another new year arrived, and it meant she had to go back to the university. King Balinor and Queen Hunith were reluctant to let her go this time, but she stood her ground. "I have to earn my degree," she said with conviction, prompting the king to beam at her with pride, despite the worry he felt.

With a tearful Hunith, she was finally allowed to ride back to the University of Avalon, together with her bodyguards, to start another semester.

Merlin sat through her class in a hazy daze, mind constantly travelling back to her adventures in Ancient Camelot. The truth was, she missed the kingdom and she still could not shake the disappointment she felt upon realizing that her original counterpart and the friends she had did not remember her at all. It was unfair, she thought, because she could still vividly picture all the events she had to go through. She even remembered the feel of burning at a stake, for heaven's sake!

The only good thing about the turn of events was her relationship with Arthur. They agreed to meet tonight, at the Lake of Avalon, to just reminisce the good, ol' times.

Once midnight came, Merlin shot a brief glance at her slumbering roommate. Gwen fell asleep on the carpeted floor once more, prompting the princess to smile disbelieving. She sauntered close to Gwen's bed, grabbed her comforter, and daintily placed it on Gwen.

Then, she grabbed a nearby cardigan and wore it over her nightgown.

Merlin slowly opened the door and poked outside. As what her bodyguards promised, two of them would stand guard outside her room every day to tighten security. Princess Merlin, however, could not help but to roll her eyes at the sleeping Gwaine, his mouth agape and would most likely be dreaming about his newest prospect.

The chair beside him was unoccupied and Merlin smiled. Arthur might already be in the Lake.

She then quietly walked out of her room, before making a mad dash through the fields as soon as Gwaine was out of earshot. Nevertheless, the bodyguard slept like a log; he would not notice she was gone.

The figure of Arthur came into view and she grinned. She recalled the times when she had to secretly meet up with him in that abandoned garden back in Camelot. A myriad of emotions pooled in her heart, suddenly feeling nostalgic just looking at his back.

Merlin paused for a while and stared at him, cheeks warming at how the moonlight bathed Arthur. He almost looked ethereal, breathtaking even. Taking a deep breath, she placed a hand against the left side of her chest to calm her down. Her head bodyguard sure still made her feel a lot of things.

"I know I look devilishly handsome," he suddenly said, disturbing the peaceful night. Arthur slowly turned his head to look at her with a wide smirk on his face. "But didn't the queen tell you that staring is rude, your highness?"

Her cheeks reddened, but she merely sheepishly smiled.

She silently walked closer, her smile turning fond as Arthur stretched out his left hand. Merlin proceeded to grasp it with her right, mentally willing her heart to calm the hell down.

"Have you waited long?" she inquired.

The Once and Future King shook his head. "I just came here a few minutes ago," he reassured, giving her a sideways glance. "I had to make sure Gwaine was asleep, though."

A frown now marred his handsome face, eyes once more staring at the calm waters of the Lake of Avalon. "Seriously," he claimed, "I think Gwaine is suspecting something. That bloke really does not know when to mind his own business, eh?"

Princess Merlin laughed. "He's awfully perceptive," she pointed out. "I can give him that."

Arthur sighed and shook his head. "It will not do us any good if they find out we are, for lack of a better word, in love," he retorted back.

Before she could stop herself, she blurted out, "How so?"

"What?"

She gave him a hard, long stare. "How will them finding out do us no good?" she expounded, saying each syllables as clearly as possible.

Arthur had suggested that they kept their relationship a secret from everybody they knew, even their friends. Merlin only accepted it without any questions, but now that she properly dwelled on it, she did not really see the logic of hiding their relationship from their friends.

"For starters," the bodyguard said, a confused frown on his face, "You are the future Queen of this kingdom and I'm merely your humble bodyguard."

"Hmm."

"What hmm?"

Merlin raised an eyebrow. "Does that bother you?" she asked, a challenging look on her face.

"Of course not!" he answered, a little too quickly. When Merlin still stared at him, he blushed. "Well, maybe a little…"

"Why?"

"Why not?"

The princess rolled her eyes. "Right," she said. "Answer me with questions."

Bodyguard Arthur sighed and awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. "It doesn't bother you?" he inquired.

Without any hesitations, she vigorously shook her head. She watched as amusement appeared on his face. "Why would it bother me?" she stated, matter-of-factly. "I love you."

His cheeks reddened more with her strong conviction. "Oh, I know," he said, sighing and somewhat deflated. He was flattered, however, with the words she said. "But… I dunno, I just think that now is not the right time to reveal to them that we are hopelessly in love with each other." He paused, contemplating deeply, before continuing, "I'm just afraid that if the king and queen found out that you are consorting with the likes of me, they'd assign me elsewhere or worse, strip me off from my position."

He made sense, and Merlin hated him from that. Ancient Camelot was, after all, ruthless to them when Arthur announced that a lowly maidservant like her would become the future Queen of the said kingdom. She did not want to admit it, but she had this inkling this modern time would be the same too. She was, after all, burdening a great weight on her shoulders and she had no doubt that the council would urge her to marry a more strategic husband than a lowly bodyguard like Arthur.

'Marry?!' a voice inside her head hysterically claimed. 'You are too young, Merlin Ambrose Emrys!'

Funny, when she was about to marry him back in Camelot.

Absentmindedly, her hand went up to the ring still strung around her neck. She had forgotten about it during their brief adventure with the Original Merlin and Arthur. Merlin had only remembered it once more when they were back in the present. She was actually surprised she was able to bring the ornate ring back in the present. Oftentimes, she found herself toying with it. The ring was the only thing which proved that their adventure back in Camelot actually happened.

"Did I… did I say something wrong?"

She shot a look at him, stifling a smile at the deep worry lining his face. Merlin studied his face for a while, marveling once more at how gracious the gods may be for bestowing Arthur Pendragon here on earth.

"If," she slowly started, her eyes never leaving his face, "I tell you I want you to be my king in the future, will you agree?"

His eyebrows creased together, digesting her words. Once he realized what she was saying, he turned into a startling shade of red. Merlin's eyebrows shot up to her forehead, behind her fringes, thinking she had never seen Arthur so red before.

"W-what?" he sputtered out, blinking rapidly in surprise and utter mortification. "Your king?"

"Isn't it fitting, Once and Future King?" she asked, a mischievous smile growing on her face. "Even in this lifetime, you can still live up to your destiny."

He kept on sputtering, eyes wide with disbelief. "What has gotten into you?" he demanded, now turning a little frustrated.

Boisterous laughter exploded from her lips as her hands landed on the both sides of his warm cheeks. She tiptoed a little and bestowed a gentle kiss on his lips. "I was toying," she said, mirth still evident in her eyes. "Heavens, Arthur, no need to have a heart attack!"

When he merely glowered, she continued, "I clearly remembered that the roles were reversed when you were the one who desperately asked me to marry you."

"That was different," he claimed defensively. "I actually thought we won't… you know. We won't be able to come back."

Princess Merlin sighed, subdued. "A part of me somehow conditioned myself that going home might be impossible," she confessed, prompting Arthur to smile. "It still felt so surreal to be back. Sometimes, I wake up really early in the morning, thinking I have some scrubbing to do, only to realize that it's 2 am in the morning and my classes will not start for five hours more."

Arthur was earnestly nodded his head. "I kinda got the hang of listening to my council babble political stuff," he concurred.

She made a face upon mentioning King Arthur's council back in Camelot. "I disliked Sir Blythe with a passion," she grumbled, remembering the smug and condescending Council Treasurer.

"Try listening to him talk endlessly," Arthur said. He mockingly raised his hand, "Sire, pardon my intrusion, but don't you think the castle needs more potatoes?"

She smothered a giggle behind her hand with his poor excuse of an imitation. "That was horrible," she commented.

"He's horrible."

Merlin smiled and nodded, her eyes gazing once more at the still waters of the Lake of Avalon. "So," she then said, breaking the silence after a few minutes, "our friends finding out about us… what do you think?"

"I still think it's a bad idea," he reasoned with a frown. "I mean, it's not the right time."

"Blimey, Arthur, it's not as if we'll be telling my parents," Merlin said with a flourished eye roll. "That might take some time. Perhaps, when I am finally on the throne or something. But they're our friends." She expelled an exasperated sigh and crossed her arms. "Besides, I know they're suspecting anyway, so better relieve them from agony of speculating."

Arthur also expelled a sigh, but a small smile was now tugging at the corner of his lips. "Fine," he said, snaking an arm around her waist. He tucked his chin above her head and contentedly smile. "At least somebody could cover us when you want to sneak off to god-knows-where."

She warmed against his hug, prompting him to chuckle. "You're the one who always wanted to sneak around," she lamely retorted, somehow embarrassed to admit it was mostly her who tugged him off to someplace hidden. "Our friends will be very supportive, I assure you."

"Of course," he said. "They're our friends."

Princess Merlin wound her own arms around Arthur's waist and snuggled closer. "But you will still marry me, yes?" she jokingly inquired.

His shoulders rumbled with another chuckle. "Someday, in the future," he replied, dropping a kiss on her forehead. "And I very much would like it if no burning at the stake will follow."

Her mere answer was a laugh of her own.

"Besides, aren't we two sides of the same coin?" he continued, pulling away to look down at her bright, blue eyes. "I think destiny very much want us together so I don't really have any choice but be stuck with you in this lifetime, and the next, and the next, and the next…"

She hit his chest to shut him up, but Arthur laughed and caught both of her hands into his. "You'll be stuck with me forever," he murmured, now in a whisper, as his head slowly moved closer.

"Mmm, that sounds quite all right," she replied with a smile, her eyes now drooping close. "Destiny is quite adamant, I believe."

He grinned, before finally closing the space between them in a kiss.

FIN

A/N: End of story!

Honestly speaking, I am not satisfied with the conclusion. I think I have a few more scenes in mind, but I cannot find time to actually put them into words. MED SCHOOL IS EATING ME ALIVE. I'm supposed to MASTER BATES' tonight (ya'll, who actually got this med joke?) but eh, the effs I give are running low today.

So any future plans for my fanfic writing life? Probably not. As I said, I'll be too busy studying. Besides, I really have this sad inkling I'm starting to lose my writing mojo hahaha. My brain has this serious itch right now about an idea of doing another Harry Potter/Merlin crossover with this new pairing I came up with (any guesses? Hint: It doesn't involve Hermione.) but there is still no concrete plan and legit schedule to actually start writing again.

Oh well, drop a review if you really feel like it hahaha. I'm really sick of reading medical stuff right now so any words of encouragement (and really, anything un-medical related) can really help.

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