[The soft curse that slips from Natasha's lips is in Russian but it's still pretty easy to guess the translation.
She moves around to the other side of the bed, hands propped on her hips as she regards him and she isn't sure who she's more frustrated with at the moment - Coulson for not taking better care or herself for not noticing his coughing was getting worse. Had she really been so distracted?
Her expression is concerned, lips tilted downwards in an unhappy frown, but she doesn't scold, because he looks miserable enough lying there. So she just gives him a look before asking softly,]
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She moves around to the other side of the bed, hands propped on her hips as she regards him and she isn't sure who she's more frustrated with at the moment - Coulson for not taking better care or herself for not noticing his coughing was getting worse. Had she really been so distracted?
Her expression is concerned, lips tilted downwards in an unhappy frown, but she doesn't scold, because he looks miserable enough lying there. So she just gives him a look before asking softly,]
What do you need, sir?