[ It's a stressed plea, a pause as he has to press his lips together tight. Because Mister LaRusso doesn't know the after, of what it was like out on that street after they got struck. After he got hit, his body above Robby, the darkness, the weight, the racing heart. ]
I need you-- please, don't be stubborn about this. [ His voice hushes as his eyes look between the bottle and Mister LaRusso's face, but with the bottle easier to look at. ] I need you to get better. I need you to be okay.
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[ It's a stressed plea, a pause as he has to press his lips together tight. Because Mister LaRusso doesn't know the after, of what it was like out on that street after they got struck. After he got hit, his body above Robby, the darkness, the weight, the racing heart. ]
I need you-- please, don't be stubborn about this. [ His voice hushes as his eyes look between the bottle and Mister LaRusso's face, but with the bottle easier to look at. ] I need you to get better. I need you to be okay.
Just let me take care of you. [ For once. ]