Slubberdegullion Noun.
A villain A fiend
~A worthless person~
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"You should wear less black."
"You should breathe less air."
"Does that mean you're going to kill me, or kiss me?"
"Kiss."
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Quickly informing Maria that I was here so she could buzz me into the building, I make my way up to the elevator, her apartment being two floors up. I ignore the looks I receive from the people in the elevator, and quickly continue on my way to Maria's apartment, knocking on her door.
"Oh my god, what happened?" Maria asks as she opens the door, seeing my right arm dripping blood.
"Work." I inform. "I brought your charger." I say as I raise it up, in my left hand, showing that it's blood-free.
Maria then ushers me into her apartment, wanting to fix me up before I set off for my house. I try to argue, given that it is already midnight and I need to drive back soon, however she acts like she can't hear me the entire time while she pulls me into the bathroom with her. She then quickly takes my mask off, and puts it aside on the counter, before speaking up.
"Sit on the counter." Maria tells me.
"Maria I'm fine. I don't need help."
"Sit on the goddamn counter." She says again, this time I actually give in and sit on the white countertops.
"Take off your shirt." Maria demands absentmindedly.
I swallow before making a sarcastic remark. "If you wanted me to take my shirt off all you had to do was ask, no need to disguise it as helping me."
"I need you to take your shirt off so I can sew you back together." Maria says, not very happy with me.
"Maria-" I try but am cut off by her.
"Take off your shirt."
I didn't want to. If I took off my shirt she would see all my scars. And then, I'd have to explain where I got them, and watch her face as she realizes that I gave quite a few to myself. I don't think she should know that was something I did. What was I supposed to tell her? 'I hurt myself so I'm used to pain, so I can continue a mission after being injured'?
Nothing hurts more than not being able to get through something painful, and having your partner get injured because of it. And since Maria was often partnered with me, it would be her. I can't let anything bad happen to her, it's my responsibility to protect her, as her partner and her friend.
"Maria." I put my hands on her biceps. "No."
"Why not?" Maria asks, confused.
"I-" I couldn't come up with the words to explain myself, so I look down.
Two hands on either side of my face, force me to look up again, at Maria.
