[Selphie claps her journal shut as she quickly changes clothes and runs to the clinic. Overused muscles are screaming at her in protest of the unwanted movement but she has to get him to stay there for a little bit. Those kinds of wounds aren't easy to heal and there's so much other damage that could've been done.
She walks quickly to where she sees Ceodore trying to escape and pushes him back into bed with a petrified look on her face. There's tears welling in her eyes and she's still damn scared about what he did for her.]
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[Selphie claps her journal shut as she quickly changes clothes and runs to the clinic. Overused muscles are screaming at her in protest of the unwanted movement but she has to get him to stay there for a little bit. Those kinds of wounds aren't easy to heal and there's so much other damage that could've been done.
She walks quickly to where she sees Ceodore trying to escape and pushes him back into bed with a petrified look on her face. There's tears welling in her eyes and she's still damn scared about what he did for her.]
Please...?