fell,” I said. “Did you fall into a meat grinder? Jesus Christ.” Reed joined me in the small bathroom, quietly closing the door behind him. “I was running.” I turned the faucet on warm and dipped my frozen, shredded hands underneath the stream of water. Glancing at my reflection, I scrubbed wet fingers over my face, erasing the drying blood caked all over my jaw. “I slipped on a patch of ice.” “Let me help.” “I got it.” He reached for my hands, but I yanked them away. His shoulders sagged. “I’m just trying to help,” he said softly. My bottom lip trembled when I finally caught his wounded gaze.
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