Chapter Eleven

“Morning,” you whisper as I open my eyes.

“What happened?” I ask, seeing that you’re dabbing your arm with a cloth, and it comes off red. “Are you okay?”

“I’ve had worse,” you say smiling, then wincing as you dab at it again.

“What happened?” I ask again.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, and your voice is so soft that I fall asleep to it.

The End

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