I pulled the tiny bird close to me, my hands heating up in an attempt to warm up the little creature. "Come on." I whispered, gently running a finger down the bird's back. "You can pull through. Don't die on me now."
The bird shivered in my grasp, closing it's eyes and holding far too still as it leaned into my touch.
"come on." I whispered again, my vision blurring. "Please. come on."
-Inspiration from an experience at work
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