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She winced, carefully putting pressure on the wound and cleaning around it.
He raised his hands to look at them, frowning in silence.
She frowned, reaching up and cupping his jaw in her hand. "One of the conditions is that you have to let me help you if you get hurt."
He nodded slowly, slowly resting his head down nervously. "Yeah.."
She frowned worriedly, helping him to the bathroom before getting the kit and sitting in front of him. "Let me see, Fer."
He felt the coolness of the ground, slowly looking around as he relaxed bit by bit. "It's quiet.."
Fleur stood up, looking terrified. She came over quickly and helped support him. "Ferris! What happened?"
He slowly relaxed, looking around anxiously. "Did I pass out?"
Fleur waited at his apartment, clearly a little nervous she sat on the couch.
His eyes fluttered open after a moment, and he looked terrified, pulling away from her.
(Yoop!)
He was unconscious, but his brows were furrowed, his mouth open slightly.
She watched him go, her gaze gentle.
He followed her, his eyes a little glazed over. As they headed toward the bathroom he collapsed again, slipping from her grasp.
She chuckled, giving him a quick kiss. "Go shower, okay?"
They made it home, and he opened the door, bracing himself against the wall for a moment.
Her smile widened. "That's what you said last night."
"I don't think so," he said, looking around. He still seemed a bit paranoid. "She would have made it harder than that if she wanted to know where...
She laughed slightly, looking up at him fondly. "Like there's more color in the world?"
"I'm fine," he said quickly, pressing his hand to his head again. "We just need to get home."
