After uttering those words, Dorothy closed her eyes, her body starting to tremble ever so slightly as if bracing for the agony that was imminent.

But the pain didn't come.

Instead, what arrived was him propping himself up and withdrawing from her.

"I don't want you to compensate me in this way," he said, dropping the words like a stone before turning and walking into the bathroom.

Dorothy remained lying on the bed, her hair splayed out around her like strands of seaweed.

With his weight lifted, the air rushed back into her lungs in greedy gulps, and a bitter smile flickered across her lips.

Was this compensation? Not really.

feel Everett.

it meant pain,

sound of water from the bathroom started

with the lights, and just

Everett emerged with a towel wrapped around his waist, she was there to meet him

no questions, okay,

He was always the one to give in, and he was used to it by

to you." He never willingly cut contact with her, and she worried—was it an infection, had his condition worsened, was he in a hospital somewhere, or

but she never imagined

"Well, if you don't take care of yourself,

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