"Band aids don't heal flesh wounds, darling." In which a social outcast, wracked with anxiety and a severe phobia of vomiting, is met with a snarky blond comedian. "You can't save a ship if it's already submerged under 100 gallons of water." She pointed out, annoyance apparent in her tone. "Yea but they HAVE life rafts." Their eyes met, his hand grasping hers gently. "And that's what I intend to be. No questions asked. I'm gonna show you how to be fearless."All Rights Reserved