Scars Of A Broken Bond

Sabrina quickly turned around and saw Tyrone Leaning weakly on the edge of the bed, with blood at the corners of his mouth

Tyrone’s face was ghostly white, and he Looked frail and weak.

Sabrina’s heart sank when she saw him in so much pain. Without hesitation, she rushed back to his bedside, gently patting him on the back, and asked with concern, “Tyrone, are you okay?”

He drew in a labored breath, and his eyes were bloodshot from coughing.

With a trembling hand, he reached for a tissue on the nightstand, wiped away the crimson stain from his lips, and dropped it into the nearby trash can. Rolling onto his back, he nudged her hand aside and met her gaze with a detached look. After a moment, he looked away and murmured, “It’s not your concern.”

He was infuriatingly stubborn!

determined to handle everything without help, no matter what

on the table and filled a glass. Then she handed it

and accepted the water in silence. After rinsing his mouth and spitting into the

“Tyrone! You’re bleeding!”

trace of blood around the cannula in his arm. She quickly took his hand and straightened

hand felt cold and

speed of the infusion, Sabrina saw that he wasn’t bleeding anymore and carefully Laid his hand under the

negative emotions that he held inside suddenly eased. He Lowered his eyes, and

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