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They've chased off the nurses, and the tension between them when finally alone doesn't stay tension long.
Some maneuvering onto the hospital bed later, Rosa finds herself reaching for Helic's pants, trying humor to calm their nerves—
"Ah, mister president, that...looks promising for your being able to produce an heir."
Helic just blushes brighter red, and freezes in place as there's a bang on the window.
"Heyyyy your excellencemancy! Gonna get some...yeah...oh. Sorry. Happy new year, miss."
The soldier plastered against it slides to the ground still holding champagne, and the mood is broken a second time.