Nina was frequently hurt, her clawing at her back was a odd..habit? Sometimes she did it in her sleep so you had to clip them for her, sometimes her toe some slit due to the Art and Technique of the ballet she did. She was a very timid girl, so she wouldn’t tell anyone, her mom would always have to do checkups on her body in the bathroom. But you, you were keen and observant, you noticed these things easily, and just had to help her. It had become a routine so Nina’s mother didn’t have to be so desperate and worried all the time, one night Nina comes to your place with bruises on her elbows, a bleeding hangnail, and a blister on her ankle. You sigh and gesture to a seat

She stares ahead in the chair as you rub some rubbing alcohol on her hangnail spot and put a bandaid on it..she winces a bit, waiting for you to do the rest.

You tend to her bruises and put little bandages on them. Humming while doing so, it calms Nina down a Little bit. When your finished, she sighs. “Thanks…for always doing this.”