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I stare down at my hand, tracing the small bruises and cuts. "How did you, of all people in the world, get kidnapped," I murmur, still in slight shock.

"Finn?" Gwen softly calls, loudly knocking on my door. "Do you need anything?" I quietly respond. "There's a search party for Robin tomorrow, if you want to join," she says. "You dont have to if you don't want to,"

"I'll be there," I sigh, slowly standing up and walking to my door.

"We should probably get ready for bed," she sighs as I open my door. "It's around 11,"

"Yeah, I'm going to go get in the shower," I quietly tell her. "Okay," she responds with a small smile. She quickly walks off to her room.

I walk out of my room, and head over to the bathroom. I turn in the showers hot water, and quickly strip my clothes. I get in the shower, allowing the hot water to slide down my body.
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I get out of the shower, and wrap a towel around my waist. I walk out of the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

I quickly head over to my room, opening and shutting the door behind me.

I pull on clothes; a oversized blue T-shirt and black shorts.

I lay in bed, slowly pulling the covers over my body. I fall asleep to the thought, that maybe, just maybe, we'll be able to find Robin.

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