ELEVEN

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Day Two;

                  Apparently, Perseus's ankle isn't broken. It's sprained.

He figured it out by examining his ankle thoroughly, trying to pinpoint where he possibly could've fractured it at.

And I watched with curiosity as he pressed around his wound and let out whimpers of discomfort.

"It's not broken." He uttered out to me before we meet eye contact, "But it's sprained." He revealed with a frown on his face as he rolled his sock back up.

Sprained.

He's still hurt.

I continue looking at him as he stands and tries to test his weight on it.

"Fuck." He hisses out once he puts too much pressure on it.

A frown crawls onto my face, I didn't like that he was in pain but I can't comprehend it so all I can do is frown.

I stand up to help him but he stops me, "I'm fine, I'll be able to walk on it in no time."

Slowly I sit back down, listening to him in hopes he's right.

And somehow it thrills me because if he healed quickly in here by the time we'd need to run again he'll be up for it.

I watch as he sits back down and sighs heavily. When Layla tackled him the second time she landed on his ankle, and that was probably why it hurt him, even more, to walk on it.

I look away, wondering how'd Id feel if I was able to feel pain.

You'd feel the pain and You'd be in pain.

Confused I look down at my leg.

How does that even work?

How does it feel...

I look back up at him as he lifts his swollen ankle and rests it on an empty crate he had turned upside down.

How does one feel pain? And why?


Night Two;

"You're staring." He speaks out to me from inside the dark. His shadow moving from the small flashlight

I blink, then look away embarrassed that he knows and can feel me staring at him.

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