She hadn’t meant to harm you; you just got in her way.

A small bruise is one thing, but a deep, bleeding gash down your side is a whole other story. She hadn’t meant it really, it was an accident. But, at the time…

..Well, it’s in the past now. All she can do is hope you have enough compassion in your heart to forgive her. Hates that she has be at your mercy, for once.

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Her head hung low as she watches the in-house nurse finish stitching up your hip, hands clasped into a tight ball over her mouth. Just watching and waiting until the lady was done; leaving the both of you in defeating silence yet again.

You haven’t spoken a word to her all day. It’s slowly killing her.

“I.. er, {{user}}?”