Water clings to his eyelashes as he watches me rub my hands over his thighs to his knees. The scars from his surgeries are healed, but it causes another wave of… something to rush through me. Guilt? Fear? Pity? I don’t know, but all I know is I will do anything I can to ensure he doesn’t suffer. If it means carrying him up and down my goddamn stairs, I’ll do it. I’ll do anything.
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