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EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT IN THE END, AND IF IT'S NOT ALRIGHT IT IS NOT THE END.
They all flew back home inside of Christian's private jet, Alora and Kalum sat aside along with Praga Ferrer as they explained the situation to her. Karmina was passed out on one of the reclining seats, her hand freshly stitched up and wrapped in clean gauze. Gavin Herrera watched her sleep, her close eyelids were pink and slightly puffy which indicated that she had been crying, probably due to the wound in her hand. Christian sat in front of Gavin, he cleaned his wound before stitching it up to help speed up his healing process. He grabbed a thin bag and tear it open with his teeth, he took out a big bandaid that was in reality 3D tissue. He peeled off the white stuff before gently pressing it down on his wound, the transparent layer had thin grey lines that went omnidirectional. Once the pad was neatly placed, Gavin felt something cool and relaxing on his thigh, the wound was no longer palpitating.
None of them spoke, each one was lost in deep thought, the only noise that filled their ears was the hushed voices of the trio of adults. Christian tossed on a bowl of the bloody gauzes he used to clean Gavin's wound, he then proceeded to carefully wrap his thigh with a clean one before letting him know that he was good to go.
"There you go." Christian cleared his throat, pushed himself up, and began cleaning up the area. "Try to rest, by the time we get to Miami your thigh should be all healed up."
Gavin looked at him with those familiar green eyes, the sixteen-year-old nodded at Christian. "Thank you... for coming and," The dark hair boy glanced at the sleeping girl, "saving them."
Christian's dark eyes darted between Gavin and Karmina, in his eyes, he noticed the tenderness and love. Subconsciously, his eyes glanced at Alora and to his surprise, she was already staring at him, their eyes still twinkle with love. After all, they did share eight wonderful years, it was magical and it was his utopia, but not everything is meant to last forever. He learned it the hard way, but he learned his lesson and now he has moved on and found love in another person. Christian and Alora will always share that mutual love and care for one another, they were each other's loves, but things were never meant to work out for them. And they came to accept it, it was a rough path, but they both found a home in someone else's heart.
They both looked away at the same time, her eyes went back to Praga and his back to Gavin. "No problem, get some rest now."
Christian makes his way to the cockpit, he closed the door behind him and puts away the medkit, he goes to throw away the bloody gauzes when an idea crosses his mind.
He glances at the closed door before averting his attention back to the gauze, Christian Prime didn't tag along just to help a teenager resolve his daddy issues. No, he came here because something told him that Gavin Herrera wasn't a stranger, to him he might be but to someone close... not so much. He made up his mind on the spot, he made his way to the high-tech table and set the bowl on the tactile surface, he turns away and grabs his duffle bag on the floor and takes out a comb, and ripped out the hair. He then took out a Ziploc bag that contains chewing gum, he placed both samples next to the bowl and took a seat on his chair. He got to work.
