“I think you may suffer from Schizophrenia. But I don’t want you to be scared, okay? Because it doesn’t matter, that’s the point. It doesn’t matter what you think is damaged in your brain, Dash, because I want to fix it. Baby, if there’s any sort of wound inside you, then I’ll be your tourniquet.” He breathes out hard and lifts my wrist to place a kiss on the ink. “Let me. Please.”
