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Corpse's POV

I didn't mean to. I really didn't mean to. It's a stupid habit of mine, using the razor to unconsciously cut myself repeatedly.

It's gotten to the point where I don't even react, silently dragging the sharp bladed tool across my skin. I'm used to it. My body has grown used to the feeling.

But one annoying thing about razor cuts; they bleed. A lot. Majority of the time they would often bleed through the bandaid, making a chaotic mess. But I was used to those aswell.

The real problem at the moment was that I'd been cutting. And now someone is knocking on my door.

I stood there, blood trickling down my arms to my clenched fists. I couldn't answer the door like this. Especially when I don't even know who it is.

"Corpse?" Her sweet voice called. I let out a sigh of relief I never realized I'd been holding.

"Corpse, are you there?" She asked from behind the door to my apartment. I still stood silently, losing myself in the honey sweet sound.

"Are you okay?" Her tone seemed to be growing worried as she knocked on the door softly. The noise snapped me back into reality.

"Yeah, I'm here. Come in" I called back. It wasn't until the door was already open when I finally realized that I was wet, bloody, and half naked with only a towel wrapped loosely around my hips.

I quickly tightened the towel so it wouldn't slip down in front of her.

"Uh-" I started hesitantly, not knowing what to say until I decided that nothing would fit best.

She didn't seem very surprised as she let out a helpless sigh and closed the door behind her, walking to me.

I got more anxious the closer the girl got, worried that I was making her uncomfortable.

"Feeling quite bold today, huh?" My breath hitched as she took hold of my wounded arm.

"What if I am?" She smirked. I smirked right back down at her.

"More exciting for me I guess"

She looked up at me, cheeks hazed in a pink shade before she attempted to focus on my arm again.

Water droplets continued to run down my body as I stood there, fresh from the shower. My arms urged to wrap themselves tightly around the small girl. But she was wearing a white shirt and tan colored sweater, and I'd feel terrible if I stained the nice outfit.

She shook her head, squeezing the bridge of her nose, I heard another small sigh leave her lips. My eyes were near tearing up as the crave of hugging her grew stronger. I don't understand why she's always willing to help me when I do these things to myself.

"I'm sorry" I muttered in a small voice. She looked up to my face, her soft gaze searching my eyes that wouldn't even dare to look back into hers.

"I understand why you do these things. I get the urge to as well. I'm not going to say that I know what you're going through, because I don't. But I'm always willing to help you get through it" her assuring words were incredibly soft and comforting, but still had an edge of seriousness.

"Okay, you need to dry yourself, but be gentle with the wounds. Like this" I swear I stopped breathing for a few seconds as she carefully unwrapped the dark colored towel from my hips.

I didn't dare move an inch as she fully freed the towel from my body, keeping it between us so everything was still hidden from her vision.

I grew more anxious as I felt pressure rise in my groin, but I desperately ignored it as she started to gently dab at a bleeding cut with one end of the thick towel.

My thoughts wouldn't stop. I just wanted to hug her. To pull her tiny frame into my tight embrace and tell her how much I appreciated her until it was etched into her mind.

Then the desires became more crude. I decided to avert my attention to something else to distract my vulgar mind, I pulled the towel from the girl's grasp and wrapped it around her, pulling her closer.

I made sure that my bloody arms only made contact with the towel as to not leave red smears on her clothing. She froze, my actions catching her off guard.

"Thank you, y/n" I murmured as I felt her face press against my bare chest and her lashes brush closed.

"It's okay. I don't mind" she mumbled into my skin. I pulled away, wrapping the towel back around myself and examining her clothes for safety measures.

"Well you just dry yourself the way I showed you while I go grab my first aid kit" she messed with my wet hair before wiping her hand on my towel which made my heart stop momentarily.

'Does she realize how much of a tease she is?' My mind grew dark quickly but I shoved away the thoughts and refocused my gaze to y/n.

"I restocked mine yesterday" I muttered.

"Your first aid kit?" She asked, turning back to my practically naked body.

"Yeah" I confirmed.

"Okay well go dry yourself and put on some pants, I'll take care of the rest"

"Alright, Darling".

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