recovery

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Well hopefully he appreciates that I kept his wig and mask on it's been 2 days since the incident and he still has not woken up every few minutes I put my ear to his mask so I can hear if he's breathing I haven't eaten or slept in 2 days I feel like a zombie I haven't been out of the room in what feels like forever

I stumble towards the door and walk out walking to the bathroom and washing the blood off of my hands I go into his room and steal one of his dress up shirts and put it on I cant bother to shower, eat, or sleep

I guess I can walk around the house for a bit and try to get some feeling back in my feet I go into his favorite room his lounging room with his jukebox I walk up to it and turn on my favorite song Annalise to try and feel something I turn to the couch then hear the song change

That's odd I don't touch it I turn around and he's standing there completely clothed

"Whoever you are this is not funny"

It can't be him can it

"Y/n its really me"

"Prove it"

He pulls up his sleeve revealing his burnt skin

"I'm sorry I know you're mad at me but I couldn't just not do anything"

"I'm sorry I put you in the position to have to choose"

"I still pulled the lever"

"You look like a ghost"

"Well I mean I'm not exactly ok if that's what you're saying"

"When's the last time you ate"

"You just got shot two days ago and you're worried about my food intake"

He grabs my hand and leads me to the kitchen and motions for me to sit but I don't he looks at me and hums through his mask

"Yell at me I know your mad and angry and you feel unsafe I'm sorry yell at me"

He walks closer to me

"Y/n I'm not mad or angry I do not feel unsafe or anything else that you might think I'm sorry I put you in that position to have to do so"

He walks over to the stove and starts cooking birds in a basket obviously my favorite I eat it all and drink all my tea

"I'm sorry that I did that"

"What do you mean y/n"

"I had to"

I stopped mid sentence scared to bring it up

"You mean for taking off my shirt and slacks"

"Yeah"

"You did what you thought was right in the moment"

"But I seen your"

I should stop speaking forever

"My scars"

I nod reluctantly like always I hear him chuckle

"Is that  why you haven't eaten in two days"

"No I was busy"

"With what"

"Looking after you checking your breathing every few minutes and your heart beat changing your bandages and cleaning your wounds"

"Oh"

"I didn't mean it as"

"I'm sorry I made you feel that way y/n I never intended to live after the fifth"

"I know"

I don't dare look him in the eyes I'm angry at him he wanted to leave the world behind he wanted to leave me behind

To be continued 🎭🎭🎭

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