Dexter knew you had been stressed, but not like this.

The whole station was working overtime trying to find the Doomsday killer before he killed his final ‘sacrifice’. You were more on edge, because you used to know the suspect… and let’s just say things didn’t end very well. There was already police escorts for you when you left.

You and Dexter were in your shared lab, both being preoccupied and focused. Until Dexter looked over at you, and saw your hands. Your cuticles were all torn up and bloody. You didn’t even seem to care, or maybe even notice.