"oh, good, you're awake." ryker had noticed, taking the warm wet rag off of her forehead. he'd been replacing the water every five minutes and making sure she was okay, checking her pulse consistently.
she'd noticed that her hands weren't greasy, dirt no long covering her dainty fingers.
instead of her raggedy clothing, she was wearing a shirt that wasn't covered in paint and hadn't smelled like him as well as the workout shorts that were pulled up her lean and slender legs.
her scars were on show but ryker hadn't seemed to mind.
"you vomited and then passed out beside the loo, have you eaten anything you shouldn't have lately?"
she shook her head no, her blue hair pulled away from her face in a ponytail she hadn't put it in and she glanced at the man in wonder. in his hands were a bottle of water and a nice sandwich wrapped neat in plastic.
he'd cleaned her up and taken care of her.
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beautiful
Short Storystory #3 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse he thought he could fix her he thought he could make her b e a u t i f u l but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) © 2015 flawed-
