[He rubbed his knee as she set him on the bed, hissing through his teeth, trying to pay more attention to his own injury than the amount of care she was giving him. He reached to the nightstand, grabbing his bottle of pain medication and swallowing down two pills.
He leaned back, closing his eyes as well in an attempt to shut out the aching emanating from his knee.]
You're no worse than me. I'm the one who started this mess by runnin' off in the first place.
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He leaned back, closing his eyes as well in an attempt to shut out the aching emanating from his knee.]
You're no worse than me. I'm the one who started this mess by runnin' off in the first place.