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He nuzzles her forehead.

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She squeaks. It's not a happy squeak. "My head hurts," she whimpers.

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He sighs.

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"Just - the one arm and that same leg, are fine - nothing else," says Belle, taking a shuddering breath, "anything else if I move at all, or if you touch me, it's worse."

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The Beast rumbles unhappily.

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"Is it figuring out medicine?" Belle asks after a silence.

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"I don't know."

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She squeezes his paw. "How long ago did I fall?"

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"A day."

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"Strange. I'm not hungry."

The tray skitters back into view. It has some pills and some tea (with a straw, so Bell will be able to drink lying down).
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Beast helps bring the pills and the tea and Belle all into the appropriate conjunction.

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Belle gulps them down, and then promptly falls asleep.

After two hours of fitful, wincing sleep with occasional muttered words - that last feature not having been present when she was knocked out - she opens her eyes again. She looks like she's in less pain, although her arm is still clearly broken and the swelling in her knee has gone down only a little.
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"Mm?"

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"If you're very, very careful with me I think you could take me to the library. I don't know about putting me in a chair, but I could lie near where the books are and you could hand them to me?"

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"I could," says the Beast.

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She lets his paw go so he'll have both free to lift her. "Careful of the knee," she murmurs, picking up her broken arm carefully and resting it on her stomach.

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He scoops her up as gently as he can.

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She sucks in a sharp breath and tenses but doesn't otherwise critique the positioning.

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He's pretty good about keeping her steady as he carries her to the library, but he's not perfect.

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She squeaks tiny squeaks when jostled, and cannot repress a high whine when he sets her down, but she issues no verbal complaint.

"My index is in my notebook," she murmurs.
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Very carefully, he fetches her notebook.

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She maneuvers it one handed - checking what page she's on, putting it down, turning pages, and picking it up again - till she gets where she needs to be. "There's a blue book with gold braid on the cover. That one," she says after a few minutes of this.

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The Beast fetches it, too.

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She maneuvers through this book in a similarly painstaking way.

Finally she says, "I found a general healing spell. It should work. ...It's going to hurt you worse than me. And you won't fall unconscious either."
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"I don't mind," he says fondly.

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