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edited: 07/09/17

     I woke up in the middle of the night because of Bacon's whimpering. I ran inside the bathroom only to find out that Bacon's tail bleeding.

     "What happened?!" I brushed his bangs covering his pale face. Fuck! I shouldn't have left him all alone to sleep inside the tub! Bacon hissed in pain as I touched his bleeding tail. What the fuck is happening?

     Not knowing what to do, I rushed downstairs to get a glass of water and painkillers.

     "Bacon-ah, drink this." I softly whispered to him as his hands reached for my face. He mouthed i'm sorry and it made me feel worthless. Look at us right now! He's in fucking pain and I'm just here, doing nothing! Though calling an ambulance crossed my mind, I didn't want Bacon to be brought to a hospital and be experimented by doctors and scientists. He's rare, remember? Mermaids are rare and I bet Bacon is the only pet mermaid that exists in this world.

     Why was Bacon sorry? Is he sorry for making me worried? Is he sorry because he thought that he's being a burden to me? Is he sorry for not remembering me?

     "Don't be sorry, Bacon. Everything's going to be fine, you're with me. I love you." I kissed his forehead as I helped him out of the tub.

     After an hour of soothing him in my arms, Bacon stopped crying. His arms hung loosely on my waist, lips pale from blood loss. Shit! He could've died from blood loss and it's all my fault for not doing anything!

     I carried him to my bed, laying him there carefully so he wouldn't wake up. There are only two possibilities why Bacon is going through this hell; because of Nana or because of me.

      Five hours later, Bacon woke up. I didn't sleep, though. I just checked on him from time to time, making sure that he's not in any sort of pain. He immediately sat up, eyes closed as he let out a yawn.

     "Are you feeling better?" I asked, holding a tray that holds a bowl of porridge, water, and medicine. He looked at me, still half-awake, and nodded his head. "Let's eat, hmm?" thankfully, Bacon ate the porridge I made and took the medicine.

     "Do you want to go back inside the tub?"

     He shook is head and extended out his arms. I smiled, Bacon still loves cuddles even though he lost his memories. I peppered him with kisses and snuggled my face on the crook of his neck. Damn, he smells so good.

     His tail moved from side to side, satisfied from what we are doing right now. I don't mind getting my bed sheets slimy and wet as long as Bacon's with me.

     "What happened to your tail earlier, Bacon?" I mumbled through his neck, giving it a kiss. I felt his hands on my chin, kind of like telling me to look at him. He pouted and shook his head.

     "Please tell me as soon as you can. I hate it when I can't do anything to protect you."

     He nodded his head as he leaned in for a kiss.