ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ┆Mouthwashing Curly x OC

"No, Anya. You don't understand," Mary racked her brain for the right words. "What do I not understand?" Anya replied, her concern for Mary's state growing. "I wish it was me," Mary looked at Curly's salvaged body, lying in pain. "It should've been me," she sobbed, sliding to the floor helplessly.