Sarah stands, wringing her hands for a brief moment before she nods and steps over to take her place on the scale, not sure what the number is going to be like. Cameron had been giving her looks at home, but after destroying Cromartie and her sickness, followed by her inability to sleep, her weight's been the least of her worries. "Well?" Sarah asks, a tense joke lying on her lips. "Am I going to live?"
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