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She hugged him nervously, careful of the injury. "I love you."
"Leave me alone," he said, sounding distressed. "Just leave me alone. I'm no good for you."
She seemed unsure, but sighed. "You.. You better bring people with just in case. And pretend like you aren't hurt."
He noticed the flinch, and grabbed the pillow he had bought before quickly moving into the planning room, shutting and locking the door.
She crossed her arms. "Are these ones?"
He finished getting ready, still looking anxious. He put his hands to his head. "You're scared of me!"
She frowned. "Are they trustworthy..?"
He looked terrified, moving past her to quickly get dressed.
She didn't seem to like it. "Is it at the dangerous place?"
He watched her body language, and faltered visibly. "You're afraid.."
Her eyes widened slightly. "What? Ferris.."
He looked up at her, feeling dread. "Please don't be afraid of me. I would never hurt you."
She leaned down and kissed his forehead. "Are you okay?"
He looked a little panicked. "I don't know what happened. I don't know what came over me."
She nodded, helping him up to the bedroom.
He looked anxious, his brows furrowed as he looked down at his now clean hands. "I'm sorry."
She banaged it completely before standing up and offering her hands. "Let's get to bed, okay?"
He cleaned up, coming out 10 minutes later. He had the towel around his waist, and there was a mark on his side from the prod.
"I'm trying to be as gentle as I can be.." she said quietly, focusing on the task. After she cleaned it she carefully placed butterfly bandages...
He got up and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
