The stress of the last month was starting to ease, and he felt almost free. The moment he stopped hitting, he noticed that Nix wasn’t holding the bag any longer. Aarshon gave him a look that said, 'Are you done?' Quinn nodded, then looked down at his hands. Blood was dripping off his knuckles.“Well, shit.” Quinn rolled his eyes up at the ceiling, wishing he could have thought through the punches. Nix laughed but brought the first aid kit over. She cleaned the wounds and then put bandages on them. By the time they went back upstairs, the wounds would be healed, he was sure. Nix hugged him, Quinn felt so out of place in that moment.“It’s ok to let others help you, Quinn. If you let others in, you will have family and friends. People who would have your back no matter what was happening aren’t always blood relatives. Tell me what you are seeing in the memories.” Nix asked, but her tone was soft. Somehow, she had understood that Quinn didn’t want to talk about the memories that he was s
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