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Preference•He Finds Out You Self-Harm (Chase H.)

Chase H.
I stand in the dark kitchen in the middle of the night. Chase is upstairs asleep, but I couldn't sleep well, so I pretended to sleep until he was out and I could sneak downstairs.
I dig through the drawer next to the silverware until I reach the lighter in the back. Pulling it out, I flick it on quickly and begin holding it directly under my wrist.
The burning feels good. I don't know why it does, but it relieves all my stress and anxious thoughts in a way.
"Babe? What are you doing up?" Chase sleepily shuffles up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. "Noticed you weren't in bed..." Chase trails off. "Babe?"
"Hm?" I ask, still in a daze. I'm just gazing at the lighter in a trance as it burns my arm.
"Babe, stop it. What are you doing?" he asks, grabbing onto the lighter and flicking it off. I blink quickly as the only light in the room goes out, and we are left in the dark.
"Chase, you should be in bed," I mumble, rubbing at my eyes. I hear him set the lighter on the counter.
"You should be in bed, too." His arms release around my waist and, a second later, the kitchen light comes on. I blink quickly until my eyes adjust to the sudden brightness.
"That's very bright," I mumble. Chase comes back over to me and turns me around so that I'm facing him. He pulls my arm out so that he can see it.
"Babe, lets get this under some cold water," Chase says. He gently leads me over to the sink and runs the cold water over my arm. He stands there nervously, and the only sound in the room is the sink's water.
Eventually, after a few minutes, Chase turns the sink off and gently pats my arm dry with a towel. He looks at the angry red splotch and purplish burn on my arm. His breathing hitches as he looks at it.
"It's not that bad, baby," I mutter tiredly. Chase just shakes his head, goes to the freezer, finds an ice pack, and places it on my arm. I recoil when it touches my burning arm.
"Babe, hold still," Chase tells me. I look up at him, but he is just looking down at my arm with an intense focus.
   "What's wrong, Chase?" I mumble, pushing forward and into his chest. He sets the ice pack on the counter and wraps his arms around me, rubbing my back.
   "Why were you burning yourself, baby?" Chase whispers, holding my head back so he can look at my face. "Why?"
   "It...helps," I whisper back to him.
   "Helps with what? I'm sorry, baby, I just don't understand."
   "No, Chase. Don't be sorry." His face is crumbling, and it feels like my heart is getting ripped out slowly.
   "But I'm not doing something right. I'm not there to help you with whatever is causing you to hurt yourself. I haven't been there to stop you from burning your arms. I saw all of them, baby. There are so many," Chase whispers, tears rolling down his cheeks as he holds my head. "And I'm sorry for it."
   "No, Chase. No." I shake my head and start to cry myself. "Please don't say that. This isn't your fault."
   Chase shakes his head and lays his forehead against mine. "I just love you so much that I can't stand to see you hurt or in pain."
   "Oh, Chase. I love you. I'm sorry. I love you." I peck his lips, his cheek, all along his jawline. They're small, quick, random kisses. I just want to show him I love him.
   He holds my face with his hands again and stops my actions. He kisses me deeply, but with the softness of us both being tired.
   "Love you. Love you so much," Chase mumbles against my lips. "Let's-Let's wrap your arm up and go to bed, then talk about this in the morning. M'kay, baby?"
   "Yeah." I kiss him again, then wrap my arms around him and hug him. He kisses the top of my head and quickly scoops me up against his chest. I snuggle against Chase as he carries me upstairs and into the bathroom.
   "I'll just wrap it up real quick, baby. Real quick," he mumbles tiredly. I can tell he is exhausted.
   "Babe, we are both tired. Let's just go to bed." I try to hold his arm, but he slips out of my grip and shuffles to the cabinet.
   "No. I know we have some burn cream in here somewhere." Chase searches through the cabinet and eventually pulls a small tube out. He rubs his eyes and holds it close to his face. "We just gotta rub it on and then wrap it up. We'll be right off to bed."
   "Babe. Chase, stop. It's fine. Let's go to bed."
   "No. I gotta take care of my baby," Chase mumbles, then rubs at his eyes again. "Lemme see it again."
   I hold my arm out so he can see the burn again. He takes the lid off the tube and squeezes a dollop onto my arm. It's a relieving cold, and Chase rubs it on very gently.
   "I'm not being too rough, am I?" he asks quietly.
   "No. It's prefect, Chase." A small smile appears on his face as he continues to rub the cream in.
   "That-That looks good," he says after a while. He puts it back in the cabinet and washes his hands. "The gauze...gauze. Where is it?" he mumbles, running his hands through his hair. "Where is the gauze?" Chase mutters as he goes through the cabinet again.
   "Babe, calm down. It's fine. How about checking under the sink?" I ask. He nods quickly, rubbing his face again. "Are you okay, Chase?"
   "No. I'm trying really hard, and I feel like I'm not doing a good job. I can't find the gauze. I don't even know how to wrap it up!" Chase bursts into tears. "I'm really trying, baby. I'm sorry."
   "Hey, Chase. Don't apologize. You're doing great." I grab his cheeks and pull him forward, kissing his forehead. "Thank you, Chase. You are really doing great. How about under the sink?"
   "Yeah. Yeah, under the sink." Chase nods and opens the doors. He pulls out the first aid kit and finds the gauze. "I don't even know how to do this. Do you?"
   "No, baby. It's fine, though. You kind of just wrap it around my arm."
   "No, no. I got to make sure that it's done right. I'll be back." I smile at him as he shuffles out of the bathroom. A few minutes later, he returns with his phone in hand.
   "Are you looking it up?" I ask with a smile.
   "I called Noen." He sets his phone down on the counter, and I see Noen's face across the FaceTime.
   "Hey, Noen. Sorry to wake you this late."
   "It's fine," he groans, stuffing his face back into a pillow. "Chase, did you get the medical tape."
   "Yeah." He pulls out a roll of white tape from the first-aid kit and holds it in front of the screen. "This is it, right?"
   Noen's head pops up from his pillow. "Yes. Now take the gauze and wrap it around the burn."
   "M'kay," Chase mumbles. He picks up the gauze and unrolls some of it before wrapping it gently around the burn on my arm. "Do I cut it off when it's wrapped up?"
   "Yes, Chase. With scissors, preferably. There should probably be some in the first-aid kit."
   "I'll get it," I tell Chase. I reach over to the kit and open it, then cut the gauze with the scissors.
   "How much tape do I use?" Chase asks.
   "About an inch. If you get out a ruler, I'm coming over to stab you with it. Just take a guess," Noen says. I give a chuckle as Chase carefully eyeballs the tape.
   "Right there," he murmurs, holding the tape out. I snip it with the scissors, and he puts the piece onto the gauze.
   "Looks good," I tell him with a smile.
   "Let me see it," Noen grumbles. Chase picks up the phone and shows it to him. "Great. Perfect. Looks fine. Goodnight." He hangs up quickly.
   "Oh, okay," Chase mumbles. I smile at him, then kiss his forehead.
   "Let's go to bed now, okay?"
   "Yeah." Chase smiles. "And talk about it when I'm not half asleep."