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His eyes fluttered shut again, and he slowly slumped back in his chair, his head perched against the headrest. He sat there for a few moments while I watched, dumbstruck in disbelief. He must have had some painkillers when I went into the kitchen.
Not this. Not again.
“Chris!” I snapped, my frustration – and worry – evident in my tone. “Why are you nodding off?”
His head jerked up again, eyes blinking slowly to adjust to the low light in the bedroom. He had fallen asleep mid-conversation. Again.
“I’m not,” he insisted, unable to make eye contact as his eyelids stuttered again. “I’m just tired.”
Not even two minutes later he sunk into his chair again. He didn’t budge when I tried waking him this time. So I called 911.
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