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"I don't know." She answered.
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"Does anything hurt?" He asked, concerned, looking at all of her stitches, not finding any that were bleeding yet.
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"Baby, everything hurts." She stated.
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"Well then where are you bleeding from?!" he started stressing. "None of your cuts are bleeding!"
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"I have no idea." She stated.
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Dylan shut off the water. "Please, cmon, help me look for where you're bleeding,"
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"I might be from those dissolvable stitches." She offered. "I did tear down 'there'."
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"Oh-... do you think it's from down there?"
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"Maybe, or maybe it's just dried blood re-wet." She stated.
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Dylan nodded. "Um... do you want me to check?" He asked awkwardly.
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