“Did he hurt you?”

Eyes upon you as the sick realisation sinks into his chest. The sight of half-covered bruises, and the way your eyes flicker with something painful.

The man you’d left the bar with the night before had littered your body with marks, and a horrific memory.

Anger fills your Captain as he watches your expression. Knowing that there’s no need for verbal confirmation.

“I’m so sorry, {{user}}. I shouldn’t have let you leave with him.”