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She got a medical kit, and tended to his hand, being gentle, but firm. |
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He flinched away at first, not letting her near him before giving in and letting her, tense the entire time, yet not flincing at anything. "I told you I was fine, ain't nothin' to make a bid deal out of." |
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"I just... wanted to help." She responded, quietly. |
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"Didn't know that was just given freely," He murmure quietly, catching her gaze before flicking it away. |
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That night, she sat in her room, slightly upset. She made dinner for them, obviously, except she really didn't eat. Her head was killing her, and she was pretty damn upset. |
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Marco didn't really touch his food, took a few bites before excusing himself. He went and showered, flopping down on his bed and staring at the ceiling for a while before mindlessly doomscrolling. |
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Liliana hated having a hed injury, she really did. She tried ice, headache meds, everything, and nothing worked. Her high stress levels didn't help either. |
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His phone rang, a call from his father. Declined. Marco continued doomscrolling, eventually accepting the call on the next one. It was a facetime, his father wearing a big grin. "Hey there he i-" The man barely managed to say, his son hanging up and tossing his phone on the end of the bed as he ran his hands through his hair. |
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"Hey, I'm going out." She stated, dealthy pale, in no state to be driving, let alone walking around. |
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Marco took one look at her and shook his head. "No you're not, you're not going." |
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Steady Rain all Day
