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"Nah... just wanted a hot shower, but I'm too numb to move." She responded. "Jus' wanna cuddle you."
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Dylan smiled. "Alright," he chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. "Well, when you feel like taking a shower I can carry you there and stand outside to make sure I'm there if you need me, or I can just shower with you, and you can hold onto me. The hot water will be good for the aches too,"
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"Can we do the second option?" She asked.
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Dylan smiled. "Of course. Just let me know when you wanna get up and shower," he kissed her head.
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"Now, preferably. I feel sticky." She responded.
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Dylan smiled and nodded, getting up before gently picking her up and carrying her to the bathroom.
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"Mmm... thanks." She murmured.
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Dylan pecked her head. "Of course, darling," he murmured, kissing her head. He set her down on the ground gently, before turning on the hot water, undressing himself and helping her undress herself. Then he picked her up again and got into the shower, setting her down again.
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"Uh... w-why am I bleeding?" She asked, seeing blood trickle down her body.
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Dylans brows furrowed. "Where are you bleeding from?"
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