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Worried

He leaned towards her and gently placed his left hand on her forehead, checking her temperature until she protested.

"Please stop making a fuss over me. I'm fine."

She was sitting in front of him. She hadn't noticed how tired he looked. His eyes seemed dark with emotion now, and she felt compelled to touch him. She reached over and took his hand into her own.

He had heard her groans from downstairs and wanted to make sure she was ok. looking at her now, she didn't sound or look as battered as she had when he first laid eyes on her. She didn't want him to fuss over her, and he didn’t either, but that was all he found himself doing. She had been hurt badly within the last few days. He felt it was his duty to make sure she was kept safe.

He knew he should let his com

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