[ More coughing, a quick paroxysm. Emily takes over (she's perched near his head): ]
STUPID GIRL WAS RIGHT!
[ He has a handkerchief somewhere, which he reaches for with trembling fingers; but he can't find it. Instead his hand closes around a miniature plush penguin, which he uses to wipe the blood from his chin (despite its indignant squawks). ]
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[ More coughing, a quick paroxysm. Emily takes over (she's perched near his head): ]
STUPID GIRL WAS RIGHT!
[ He has a handkerchief somewhere, which he reaches for with trembling fingers; but he can't find it. Instead his hand closes around a miniature plush penguin, which he uses to wipe the blood from his chin (despite its indignant squawks). ]
You're right here.