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She gasped, dashing in and kneeling beside him. She looked for the source of the blood. "Ferris? Ferris, can you hear me?"
He nodded. "Tuesday works."
Fleur looked terrified, saying nothing as he left. After a moment she peered in, her brows furrowed anxiously.
He shrugged, heading back to the door. "You don't have to take up the offer if you don't want to."
Fleur covered her mouth, unsure what to do as she panicked, starting to tremble a bit.
He smiled slightly. "I'm still working on it. Maybe in a few days we can look for decorations or something?"
Fleur looked confused, listening to the conversation.
"What's stupid?" he asked, squinting curiously.
Fleur was quiet, her brows furrowed as she hugged herself and listened.
He nodded thoughtfully. "Alright. Is everything okay?"
She nodded as well, stepping back and waiting.
"No," he said easily. "It just doesn't seem too comfortable. I wanted to make sure."
She looked up at him, her brows furrowed, before quickly wrapping her arms around him in a small hug. "Good luck."
He looked a little confused. "Don't you want to sleep in your bed?"
She sighed, following him again.
Much later, she would be awoken. Abel shook her slightly from the wheelchair, tilting his head. "O?"
She cracked a smile. "I know you secretly appreciate my presence."
He went in, going to work on fixing the prosthetics.
Her hand brushed his back, and she nodded encouragingly. "It might not be very reassuring, but.. I'll be close."
He nodded, taking a new shirt and pair of pajama pants, as well as a key from the night stand and headed towards the padlocked room. "Thank you."
