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She looked up at him before feeling her own pulse. “What?”
“Your wound? It’s healing nicely,” he said gently. “Don’t worry.”
Her flush deepened and she looked up at him uncertainly. Her pulse was very strong and incredibly quick against his fingertips.
He began to clean the wound gently, his hands soft against her skin.
She flushed a little, looking up at him. “I wouldn’t know.”
“Yes, please,” he replied, returning to her side.
“It just went faster,” she mused, looking up at him. “Bigger people tend to have slower heartbeats.”
He looked over at her, raising one eyebrow. “Hey. You’re awake.”
"Really?" she asked, squinting up at him curiously before listening again, putting her arms around his waist to give herself better traction. "But...
It was, and he pulled out a package of bandages and began looking around for some other materials.
She nodded, laughing a little. "It's quick," she said, looking up at him. "Why is it quick?"
He didn't notice and he sighed, standing up and going over to the counter to change the bandages.
She smiled up at him, resting her head on his side. “I can hear your heartbeat.”
He sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed and checking her back, trying to see if the bandages had worked.
She frowned, looking up at him. “What’s the difference between the two?” she asked.
He returned about 30 minutes later, snowflakes in his black, curly hair.
She shrugged a little, looking up at him. “I’m certainly allowed. But you think it comes from a place of ignorance.”
He wasn’t looking at her, his brow furrowed as he headed for the door.
“No,” she replied, resting her head against the side of his chest. “I’m naive, remember?”
