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!

stubbornness was unyielding. He was determined to handle everything without help, no matter what

the table and filled a glass. Then she handed it to him.

rinsing his mouth and spitting into the bin, he placed the glass on the

“Tyrone! You’re bleeding!”

trace of blood around the cannula in his arm.

felt cold

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

silence as Sabrina fussed around him. The negative emotions that he held inside suddenly eased. He Lowered his eyes, and a faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, though it was

stomach? Like a hot-water

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