"What's wrong?" he asked | Klance

Why | Chapter 9

After a few days, I continued cutting deep into my skin. Keith hadn't noticed until...

I was stupid enough to not lock the door. What is wrong with me!? As I was cutting the fifth cut, the doorknob twisted, revealing Keith.

I sat up quickly, scrambling to cover my legs, but I was too late. Keith has already saw my hideous scars. I'm so fucking stupid.

"Lance..." Keith muttered, staring at the scars, then to my eyes. My stomach turned. How should I react? Do nothing? Get upset? Yell? I can't yell at him...

"We talked about this... let me help you patch you up." He says, walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind. Why he closed the door? Who knows, but I don't care.

He looked into the medicine cabinet, pulling out the bandaids, peroxide, gauze, medical tape, and little cotton swabs.

He knelt down in front of me, taking the peroxide and swabs to clean out my cuts. It stung so bad. I wince and tighten up. "Sorry, sorry, I know it'll hurt..." he tells me.

I only nod, letting him continue as I only scrunch up my face. "Can you tell me your reasoning for this?" He asks.

I slowly shake my head, knowing he can't legally make me.

He sighs, just continuing to clean, and patch my cuts.

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