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She looked around hesitantly. "It can be in any one of these?"
He shifted his collar down to expose the wound.
She looked up at him in surprise, following him again.
He looked up at her in surprise, his head tilting. "Yes.. Thank you."
Fleur was shaking slightly, keeping close to him as she kept her mouth shut.
"I actually lost both my legs," he said with a frown, transferring to the chair. "I've been using prosthetics for years. I.. I'm sorry I didn't...
She was staying quiet, following him closely.
He nodded, taking it and unfolding it. "When CWJ was overthrown, the walls were penetrated using explosives. I happened to be in an unfortunate...
She followed him, looking around curiously.
He sighed, shaking his head. "Actually, I've had the wheelchair since I was a child."
"Yes. Let's go."
He hesitated, looking unsure. "..It's a wheelchair."
She flushed slightly, nodding. "..Okay."
He sat down on his bed, his hand on his shoulder. "There's.. I need something from my closet."
She looked nervous, her brows furrowed. She was quiet as well, too afraid to say anything.
He hesitated, shaking his head. Not right now. Can you help me to my room?"
She looked at her watch, using the light from the window. "It's 10:12."
They eventually made it back. Abel looked tired, a frown as they reached the door.
She slipped in, her brows furrowed.
He nodded, gritting his teeth. "Yes. Let's go."
