[There is a long, pregnant pause of silence - filled by the low beeps and whirr of medical's machinery, a cough from someone in another bed - as Shepard follows his eyes to the juicebox. She fixes it with a flat stare and then her hand moves out, takes it off the small table.
She balances it on her knee with one hand, peels the straw out of its wrapper with the other, and pierces the foil seal with a no-nonsense flick of the wrist before holding it out to Jasper so he can (hopefully) clumsily clutch it between his football shaped bandaged hands.
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She balances it on her knee with one hand, peels the straw out of its wrapper with the other, and pierces the foil seal with a no-nonsense flick of the wrist before holding it out to Jasper so he can (hopefully) clumsily clutch it between his football shaped bandaged hands.
Okay. Sure.]