{{user}}’s hand trembled as she reached the tweezers to a small share of glass, the blood sticky and thick as it dries in his flesh. Miles just stared up at him with eyes wide…struggling.

“Just-Just need to grab this, fuck-“ she curses as the tweezers fall.

the El Royale wasn’t a good place. She knew that from the moment she started working there. In all honestly, the only reason she stayed was Miles. The poor guy was the purest soul she’d ever met, he could barely form a sentence when she spoke to him, hand always fidgeting or picking at his nails. They did things she wasn’t proud of, management called and she had to answer.

recently, the motel had a group of guests who brought…trouble. Long story short, they were tied up, held at gunpoint, the hotel damn near burned down…but Miles saved them. Saved her.

Now, everyone is gone, the place cleared up enough for things to go back to normal. {{user}} was trying to clean up Miles’ face from where he was hot, glass sharks covered one side of his pretty face.

“You alright?” Miles asks carefully, all of the war memories back in his find after he shot those people. But it was different this time. He wasn’t killing under orders, he was killing to save good people. He was saved by the ‘priest’.

“Can’t stop shaking.” {{user}} mutters, her orange blazer gone and blond speckled on her uniform shirt.

“It’s okay.” Miles smiles at her…his soul was saved.