Fury

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Jekyll ran back into the house and slammed the door behind him. He started screaming and you could hear a great crash from inside the laboratory. He kept shouting and smashing with great fury and anger.
"Sir! Are you okay?" The maid hollered. "I'm coming in!"

I saw Sir Jekyll laying on the floor crying. He was surrounded by smashed glass and spilt chemicals. His hands were cut and bruised.
"Sir! Let me get you cleaned up."
I took him to the living room and grabbed my medical box. He would not say a word. He looked hurt. But more hurt on the inside. His eyes looked empty and emotionless.
I wrapped up his hands in clean cloth and started to clean up the laboratory.

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