Morgan sighed softly, her fingers gently running through his hair to rinse it off. "Yeah, I know babe," she murmured softly to him, her brows furrowing together. "But there will be soon," she murmured softly. She went to grab him a towel after a moment, and held it up for him when he started to get out. She wrapped it around him, careful not to touch any wounds. She lead him over to sit on the toilet, and wandered off to grab some dressing for his wounds. She put the cream he was given on them, and helped dress them before gently putting her hands on his cheeks and pecked his lips. "Beautiful," she murmured softly to him.

"That's you." He stated softly, kissing her back. He moved to get dressed and went to the bedroom. He sat on the bed, stressful thoughts racing through his head

Morgan smiled gently to him, and stood up after a moment, following him back to her bedroom. "I think you're so, so handsome, Caleb," she promised him gently. She sat down next to him, her brows furrowed as she watched him. "Caleb, you can read my mind by I can't read yours. If things are worrying you, I need you to talk to me," she whispered gently

"Just the unknown of the future bothers me. What if you don't want me after all this? What if you think i'm too much work? What if I go to jail and my parents get let off the hook? What if the jurors think that I seem like the kind of person to try and murder someone? What if I end up going to jail and don't survive it? What if this, what if that. Morgan, it's too much."

Morgan nodded softly to him, listening quietly to him. She understood he was worried about... it was all valid. She'd never fully understand what he'd been through, or how it had effected him... but she could try. He knew she loved him, and only wanted the best for him, and all she could do now was try her best to comfort him. "I don't know what's gonna happen, Caleb," she murmured softly, sitting back against her head board and tapping her lap to come and rest. "But I know what's happening right now. I know I care about you, and I love you now. I want you right now. You can't worry about that, and I don't want you to," she murmured, pouting as she thought for a moment. "Your parents in no world are gonna get off the hook. There's evidence of them hurting you. You have scars from years ago," she whispered softly. "And you did nothing wrong. Caleb, baby, you're still a child. A scared boy, and they'll all see that," she promised. "I don't know how it'll end, but I know right now everything is being done to make sure you get out of this..." she trailed off after a moment, and grabbed her phone. "That reminds me. I need pictures of your back, torso, legs... anywhere there's scars," she murmured.

Caleb nodded and moved to tug off his shirt again, revealing the old and new wounds across his back and torso

Morgan grabbed her phone, although when he pulled his shirt off she couldn't help but be a bit saddened by the pure amount of scarring that was going on back there. She sighed, and leaned in to peck the back of his neck before grabbing a quick picture of his back, then did the same for his torso. She couldn't resist grabbing one of her hands on his chest either, which would definitely be her new Home Screen. She leaned it to peck his nose after a moment, and sat back on her phone as she sent the first two off to her dad, then changed her home screen. "This'll help... see it's not a one time thing, them hurting you."

Caleb noded and smiled at her

Morgan looked up at him after a moment, and helped him slip his shirt back on. She let out a soft breath. "Come on. Let's go get some food or something," she murmured as she stood up.

"I'm not hungry." He lied, really just wanting to avoid her family. He knew they were trying to just help, but he still felt out-of-place without the familiar home around. He sighed and laid back down on the bed, turned away from Morgan and his thoughts racing