[She's not the worst but there's nothing ideal about this situation.
Her fingers find the hem of his shirt and despite every ounce of him wanting her not to he lets her help peel it off his body, wincing as the fabric is peeled away from the already clotting wound. His eyes are anywhere but on her, torso exposed for inspection. It's evident there are scars, littered all over his front and back, some more faded than others. This is exactly what he didn't want her to see.]
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Her fingers find the hem of his shirt and despite every ounce of him wanting her not to he lets her help peel it off his body, wincing as the fabric is peeled away from the already clotting wound. His eyes are anywhere but on her, torso exposed for inspection. It's evident there are scars, littered all over his front and back, some more faded than others. This is exactly what he didn't want her to see.]