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“Hey, cutie.” She called him with a smile on her face, a bright aura emanating around her. She slowly made her way to the edge of the dock to sit beside him.

“Hey, what's that?” His eyes immediately land to the white box that she was holding. It had a red cross on the lid so she assumed that he would've already known.

“It's a first aid kit.” She answered, sitting beside him after he scooted a little to make space for her. She placed the box on the space between them.

“And why do you have that with you?” He asked, genuinely confused. Her expression suddenly turned soft as she saw the actual bafflement in his eyes.

She chuckled, playfully nudging his shoulder. “It's for you, of course.” Her smile slowly faltered as she saw a new scar on his face. “Since we made a promise to not die, then we should also try to heal some wounds.”

“Keyword there was try.” She jokingly said, attempting to see a smile from him but to no avail. His expression was still stern.

She nervously reached for something inside the box as she noticed the awkwardness that was filling the air around them. She bit her lip in anxiety. “I've never really tried to treat my wounds so I'm not that good at this but, might as well give it a try, right?”

She looked up, a piece of cotton was trapped between her thumb and index finger. The cotton, itself, has been filled with ointment. Her hands shook as it got closer to his face.

He flinched as he felt something sting on his lip. That slight movement also startled her.

“Did I.. Hurt you?” Her voice softened, pitch slightly higher as she moved her hand away from his face. “Should I stop?”

He snapped back into reality, shaking his head as he responded to her questions. He had a warm smile plastered across his features. Although it did hurt, he didn't want her to stop. “Keep going.”

He held her hand and gently moved it over his face, signalling her to keep doing what she was doing—healing him.

She smiled at his actions as she continued her work. She continued to treat his wound, gaze fixated on the cut on his cheek while he locked his gaze on her face, examining every detail of her imperfection and memorizing them.

“Stop staring I might melt.” She teasingly said, a smirk visible on her face. It might not be obvious but she was looking at his features as well.

He looked her in the eyes and showed a small smile. “I can't help it. Why are you so pretty?” He chuckled.

“Because you literally call me, pretty?” She jokingly replied with, putting the cotton and ointment back inside the box. She tried to whisper the next sentence but he still managed to hear it. “I'm not even pretty. Can't believe you would call me that.”

“I call you pretty because you are.” He said, a sincere and genuine tone to his voice was completely visible.

She hummed in response, looking down to the white box as she neatly arranged what's inside. “You sound like my mo-”

“Never mind.”

Suddenly, he pulled her to his embrace, tightly wrapping his arms around her. He let her rest her head on his chest.

“You can cry.”