Haru Haru

Justin's POV ~ Part 12

"I wouldn't judge you Wheels, you just had to trust me." I say softly looking down at her glassy eyes trying to hold my own pain in. She still had her delicate fingers barely touching my skin.

"Why?" Is all she manages to whisper out before tears begin streaming out of her eyes.

Why, why would she cry for me? I should be crying for her. Screaming because no one so far has seamed to ever offer her any kindness let alone love in years. I didn't know what to do. I hesitated a moment before my arms crossed the small distance between us pulling her into me wrapping my arms around her into a hug.

Her body relaxed into mine after a second her tears picking up at my action. I worried for a moment that I had messed up by overstepping with her but slowly I felt her arms creep around my sides grabbing the fabric of my shirt at the back. We stood like that for a while. Just taking a moment to feel comfort, to rest in the peace of the moment. A while of standing there I figured we should go into my room and at least sit down, instead of standing in the middle of my bathroom how we currently were.  Then a thought dawned on me.

"Hey Jale, lets go sit down instead of standing around hugging in our underwear." I say softly to her a slight chuckle in my tone. Just like that she must have realized that we were in fact both just in our underwear and a shirt. Her arms dropped from my sides, quickly stepping away from me and immediately turning to grab my boxers that she had taken off earlier, pulling them up her skinny legs. I reached down and did the same with my forgotten about jeans. I can comfortably say I didn't see this happening today.

"Hey, no its ok. That needs washed it has blood on it. I can grab you a long sleeve if you are uncomfortable." I rush out seeing her picking up her jacket she had been wearing earlier.

"Oh, yeah.." She says the jacket hanging in one hand the other crossing across her chest to cover up a bit I am guessing. I step to her taking the jacket from her and making my way to my room. She follows behind me silently the rest of her clothes in her arms,  she just walks over and sits down on the futon in her normal spot. I drop the jacket into the hamper with the rest of my stuff to be washed.

"Here give me those I will throw them in with the rest, I will start some laundry soon. That way even if they have some holes in them now at least they will be clean for you." I say turning to Jale stepping closer to grab the shirt and pants from her so she didn't have to get up. As I take the clothes from her outstretched arms I glance at her skin, preparing myself mentally for some of the questions I know I am about to ask her. Because I have so many though, I know for her sake I have to be careful with how and what I ask her.

My heart aches in my chest at the thought of her doing this to herself. I understand the pain, the thoughts that get you to that place. But I didn't know her reasoning, why she didn't feel like she had anyone, why she thought that was the only option. After dropping the clothes in my hamper I go and sit next to her my body angled to where I faced her some. With slow movements I reach over to her lap and softly close one of my hands around her own.

"I would like to talk to you. Ask you some questions if you are ok with it. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to though." I tell her. She slowly turns her head to look at my face before she says anything.

"Ok, is it ok if I ask you some things too?" She hesitantly starts.

"Of course, I told you. I am an open book to you." I try to reassure her, well and myself, like her it seams no one knows about this part of me. Her eyes remain on my face as I think of what I even want to ask her.

"Ok, um.. well, first things. I just want to say some of these are bad Jale. They really needed medical care, would you consider just at least letting me know when they are that bad so I can help you make sure they are taken care of as best as we can do. Because I am guessing you don't want to go to the hospital." I say hoping that she would agree to the suggestion.