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-2nd person pov-
November 27th, Monday - 5:28 pm
You shut the restroom door behind you, letting out a quiet breath as you step toward the sink.
Your reflection stares back at you—slightly sweaty, and looking about as exhausted as you feel.
My arms.
You glance down at your sweater, the off-the-shoulder fabric hanging loosely over your frame.
Carefully, you roll up your sleeves, pushing the soft material up past your elbows.
The second you see your arms, you grimace.
Shit.
Your right hand is the worst-scraped, raw-looking, a few shallow cuts trailing from your wrist up to your forearm with dried blood.
You sharply looked away, your breath starting to quicken as you focused over to your left arm.
Your left arm is mostly fine, just a faint, blotchy bruise starting to form.
You exhale through your nose, flexing your fingers carefully.
The sting that follows makes you hiss.
Okay, that hurts more than expected.
Without thinking too much about it, you turn on the faucet, letting cool water flow into your cupped palms before gently soaking the wounds.
The moment the water hits your skin, a sharp sting shoots up your arm as you looked away.
You flinch, gritting your teeth as you force yourself to hold your hands under the stream, letting the cold numb the irritation.
You looked down at your arms for a second, still seeing the dried up blood before you rapidly shot your gaze away.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Tiny rivulets of water swirl down the drain as you starred to scrub your arms with your hands harshly.
Come off damn it.
The water ran as it began carrying away specks of dried blood.
You stand there for a moment, begining to watch the water run over the cuts, your heart racing.
After a few more seconds, you finally shut off the faucet.
Grabbing a nearby hand towel, you pat your skin dry as best as you can before carefully rolling your sleeves back down.
You take one last look in the mirror, inhaling deeply before exhaling through your nose.
Alright. Time to head back.
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𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫 || ᴋ. ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏ
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