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 Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 9:43 pm
Brandon kept his gaze fixed back on the kittens, which ended up with him nearly running into the bed. It was only a quick glance forward that let him stop in time. Even so, his legs hit the edge and it took a moment for him to regain his balance. It didn't help that one of the kittens insisted on using his foot as a toy. An obviously fake scowl formed on his face and he sat down on the floor, making sure not to sit on any of the other kittens.
After wincing when the kitten dug its claws into his foot, he plucked the tiny cat off his foot. The kitten blinked before turning to play with his hand. Brandon winced again and set the kitten down but let it attack his hand. His hands weren't as sensitive as his feet so he didn't care much at all. With his other hand, he poked the kitten in the back of the head. The kitten turned its head to see what had poked it. While it was distracted, he wiggled his hand free, resulting in what probably would have been considered a pout on a human face.
At the sound of Violetta's voice, he looked up from the kitten who had gotten up and had once again taken up its attack on his hand while its littermates clamored over his legs. He frowned lightly at the sight of her legs pulled up to her chest. There were so many signs for her being upset or uncertain but he hadn't noticed any -aside from smiling- that showed she was happy.
When he registered her question, he paused before shaking his head. His wounds didn't hurt. At least, not much. There was still a dull ache but that was to be expected. After all, wounds like his didn't exactly heal overnight.
He watched as Ebony jumped down from the bed, crossed the room to climb up and settle on the armrest only to be picked up and set in Violetta's lap. After quickly glancing down at his hand to make sure the kitten wasn't completely tearing him to shreds, he looked back to Violetta in time to see Ebony reach up and scratch her before returning to the bed.
Brandon's eyes widened at the sight of the blood on Violetta's cheek and he immediately jumped to his feet, the kitten letting out a complaining mew before lunging at one of its littermates and rolling around in a tangle of fur.
He shot a glare at Ebony before hurrying after Violetta. He stood in the doorway to the bathroom before slowly approaching. The cut was nothing more than that, a simple cut, but all facial injuries bled a lot, he'd found. Walking up behind Violetta, he gently turned her around to face him so he could get a good look at the cut. He frowned at the sight before grabbing one of the nearby towels, wetting it and gently pressing it against the cut. Even though it was small, he knew how painful small cuts like that could be and he didn't want to cause her anymore pain than necessary.
He was completely aware of how close they were. He wasn't castrated nor was he attracted to other males so of course he was aware of their closeness. He just didn't care. He'd be lying if he said he didn't care about her. He just didn't care about her the way she cared about him. He wished he could but he just couldn't.
After a minute, he carefully pulled the towel away. The cut still bled lightly but not enough to make him worry.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 4:33 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?Her shoulders became stiff when he touched her. Violetta wasn't a fan of human contact, she had built a bubble around herself long ago and James had barely been able to it. Then she was betrayed and it all came back up. Swallowing, her heart was beating quickly and she wanted to flee or fight but this was Brandon.. she didn't want to hurt him. She was pretty much stuck between him and the counter and she wasn't liking it at all. Her lips parted slightly and she moved back against the counter, her hands gripping the top slightly. Biting her lips when he brought up the towel, she looked up at him. Why did he have to be so close?!
She was surprised that her heart hadn't burst out of her chest yet. That minute seemed like an eternity to her. He was simply standing there as if he didn't notice anything. Perhaps it didn't bother him.. she didn't know. Her knuckles became white as she closed her eyes. As long as she could remember she had never liked being hugged, kissed on the cheek or even dancing with someone else. There was a reason for it all. A very good reason. A chill ran down her spine. They were memories she had buried, memories that she never wanted to remember. She had convinced herself that they had only been nightmares before but now she wasn't so sure.
When he pulled away the towel, she was pulled out of her trance and her eyes focused on his own for a moment. He wouldn't do such a thing.. lowering her head so that it wasn't raised anymore, she closed her eyes and exhaled. She trusted him and yet she couldn't stand next to him like this. Slipping out between him and the counter, she wrapped her arms around her waist and leaned against the door frame, her back to him.
Her breathing was slightly shaky though she bit her lip to hide that fact. Today simply wasn't a good day. First Brandon running off, Neil scaring her, then her confession, the brand, Ebony, and now this. Closing her eyes tightly, she knew he probably had the best intentions and yet she still felt goosebumps on her skin. "Thank you." she whispered after some time had passed and she had opened her eyes.
Letting her arms fall to her side, she pressed her back against the frame of the door and looked at the other side with dull eyes. She slowly turned her head towards him and looked at the towel that had blood on it. The memories came flooding back and a moment later she collapsed. She wasn't afraid of blood and it wasn't what had brought back those memories.. it was Brandon.
Ebony slowly walked over, looking up at Brandon for a moment before returning her gaze to Violetta. The two kittens were still play near the bed and the other one was resting on the bed, taking a small nap. Ebony sniffed Violetta's hand before sitting down and looking up at Brandon expectantly.
Probably worst period of her life had been when her mother had died and her father had fallen into depression. Her older sister was doing her own thing as well and Violetta didn't understand that her mother was gone forever. That hadn't been the only problem though. Violetta had constantly roamed the halls then, thinking that her mom would be back soon and she had gathered a few pets around that time as well. For mine seems to have been destroyed.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 9:34 pm
Brandon glanced down at her shoulders when he noticed them stiffen. She was so easy to read that it was almost comical. Except for the fact that she was bleeding. When she bit her lip, he frowned. With all the times she did that, it was amazing it didn't start bleeding or that there wasn't a permanent mark.
Still frowning, he turned his attention to the cut when he pulled the towel away. It should heal fairly quickly, much more quickly than his own injuries had. When she lowered her head, he looked back to her eyes. She was upset by something. He knew she was and wished she would tell him what it was, unless it was the fact regarding his lack of feelings towards her. Hearing about it wouldn't do any good and would just make him feel more guilty.
When she slipped out from between himself and the counter and went over to stand by the door frame, he stayed where he was. He watched as she wrapped her arms around her waist, standing with her back to him. This was no good. She was obviously hurting. He just wished there was something he could do to make her feel better but, unless he knew what was bothering her, there wasn't, and he wasn't about to ask what was wrong. He'd already spoken for the first time since he was fifteen. That was more than enough.
Setting the bloody towel on the counter surrounding the sink, he took a slow step towards Violetta, just barely managing to catch her whispered thanks. He remained still as she lowered her arms and turned so he was looking at her side on, then turned her head towards him. The look of such sadness nearly took his breath away. Nearly. He'd seen people suffering worse, having to live through things that had made his stomach churn.
When she collapsed, his eyes widened and he was immediately by her side, kneeling down beside her. He completely ignored the look the cat sent him, all his focus going on Violetta. He felt her forehead. No fever. She had been eating, he'd made sure of that, refusing to eat unless she did but he couldn't think of anything else that would make her collapse. That's what had made her collapse before, right? Exhaustion due to malnutrition?
Frowning, he slid his arms under her knees and behind her back, lifting her up with ease. She was surprisingly light. Then again, he'd been used as a yard slave before -not often but sometimes- so he had gotten used to lifting heavy things and doing manual labor. Trying to to jostle her as little as possible, he carried her over to the bed and laid her down, shifting the kitten slightly so it wasn't in danger of getting laid on.
This wasn't good. What could he possibly do? The last time she'd collapsed, she'd been around other people. Or, rather, other people had been there to witness it and they knew what to do or could get help. All she had was him now and he didn't talk so he couldn't tell anyone what was wrong. For a moment, he panicked before pushing the emotion down. Panicking now wouldn't do anyone any good, least of all Violetta.
Leaving her side, he rushed over to the door. Lucky for him, there was a servant nearby, just leaving one of the spare rooms. He hurried over and grabbed the woman by the arm, ignoring her indignant questioning as he dragged her back to Violetta's room. When she saw the young woman, the maid pulled herself from Brandon's grip and walked over to Violetta's side, worried. It wasn't like anyone to be laying in bed in the middle of the day. "Are you alright, Mistress?" she asked.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 10:23 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?She had been so stupid back then. Trust came easily to her then and she loved to explore the hidden corners of the mansion. She had never once thought that she could possibly get harmed in the action but she had.. it scared her. Violetta knew perfectly well that it could have been worse. A lot more worse and that's what made her shiver. If she had been any bigger she wouldn't have been able to escape.
She cried the rest of the day, locking her door and closing the windows with a cat to keep her company. Others thought it was simply because she had understood that her mother was gone, forever but in reality it had been something completely different. It seemed like whenever something bad did happen, she always came back to her room.. her haven.
It was then that she stopped running around like crazy all over the house and it took her a few years before she was able to bury the memory. Now it had resurfaced and she didn't know what to do with it. If she kept it inside it would eventually bubble up to the surface.. Talking to someone else was out of the question. Brandon had probably suffered worse than her and she wasn't as close with her sister anymore.
Hearing the maid, she slowly opened her eyes, the voice had pulled her from her darkness but she closed her eyes soon afterward. She didn't want to see anyone at the moment. "I'm fine. Just tired." she murmured, not sure if the maid would even hear her. "Please.. don't call me Mistress." she added after a few more moments as she sighed softly. Violetta had never liked being called that to begin with.
Opening her eyes once more, she looked up at the ceiling before grabbing the sheets and wrapping herself in them, her back facing the maid now. Her fingers tightened around the dark red sheets. "Lunch will be served soon.. " she spoke to Brandon. "Would you mind bringing something up?" she swallowed and brought the sheets up to her chin. If he left it would give her time to find what she was looking for. Her journal. She hadn't written in it since she was about seven or eight. It was the only escape for her that she could think of. Burning it afterward sounded like a good idea.
Running her fingers through her hair, she slowly pushed herself up, her hand against the bed so that she wouldn't fall back down. Hopefully the maid wouldn't mention anything to her father and if she did.. well she would just have to come up with something. She hadn't exactly been feeling well and the corset wasn't exactly helping. Running the tips of her fingers along her forehead she could feel the cold sweat there.
They ran down her face before stopping at her lips. A moment later she felt like vomiting. That couldn't be good. Getting up, she hurried into the bathroom before closing the door and locking it as well. Just the mere memory made her disgusted but she didn't think it would lead to this. She threw up a moment later. It tasted disgusting and she rinsed her mouth out with water afterward. Sitting down on the cold floor, she closed her eyes, still feeling a bit dizzy.
Her hands were shaking slightly before she pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Why did people have to be cruel to one another? What was the point? Shaking her head, she buried her face in the material of her dress. It was all a nightmare.. she wanted it all to be a nightmare and yet she didn't think she would be able to change that. Taking in a deep breath, she raised her head, suddenly feeling so alone even though the mansion was filled with all kinds of people. For mine seems to have been destroyed.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 2:12 pm
Brandon's eyes scanned over Violetta's face worriedly. Something was very wrong. Even as she lay there, he swore she was starting to look sick. She'd looked fine before, even a minute before. A quick glance at the maid showed that she was just as worried as Brandon. Neither of them bought the 'tired' excuse. It was painfully obvious that something was wrong. Why couldn't she just tell them? He shifted his weight from foot to foot.
When Violetta rolled away from them and pulled the covers up to her chin, he became even more anxious. When she spoke about lunch, he didn't move right away. Instead, he stood there, his mind battling with itself. He'd been given an order, but he needed to stay there in case something happened to her. She was obviously not feeling well. What if he left to get lunch and she needed him but he wasn't there?
Suddenly, she sat up and he wasn't sure whether that was a good or a bad thing. He glanced anxiously at the maid who looked incredibly unsure of herself. Then, Violetta was up and running to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Brandon started to go after her but the sound of the door being locked made him stop in his tracks. He walked up to the door, pressing his ear to it. The sound of vomiting reached his ears, making him frown.
He hardly heard the maid say that she was going to call the doctor before leaving the room. Pulling his head back from the door, he knocked on it, hoping she would at least unlock the door. He wanted to be able to help her if she needed it. The fact that he couldn't get to her, even if it was by her choice, made him more stressed than he could ever have imagined being over such a simple thing as a locked door. Again, he shifted anxiously before knocking a second time, even though it was unlikely she would unlock the door if she hadn't the first time.
Taking a step back, he considered breaking down the door but that wouldn't end well. For one, Violetta could get hurt. Or she could get angry at him. Or the Master could get angry at him for breaking the door. The indecision made him restless so he started pacing, ignoring the kittens who had stopped to stare at him. He hated this, feeling so helpless. The only other times he'd felt helpless was when his previous mistresses had threatened and blackmailed him into their beds, or when his first master had branded him, or the times he'd been beaten. Granted, those helpless moments were quite numerous but they were nothing like this. The other times, he'd only been worried for himself. Now, he was worried for someone else and it was much, much worse.
((Much shorter but I couldn't think of anything else to put))
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 5:14 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?She didn't hear the maid leave but she did hear something about calling the doctor. Wonderful. She wasn't going to let them in. She didn't want the doctor anywhere near her. Besides, she was trying to convince herself that she would be better in a few minutes. She knew she would be better before the masquerade that was coming up rather quickly. Taking in a deep breath, she barely heard him knocking on the door. Turning her head towards it, she slowly stood up, placing a hand on the edge of the tub to keep her balance.
The knock came again and she leaned against the door, her fingers brushed against the lock. Her eyes closed briefly before she slowly unlocked it, her head was lowered as she opened the door. Standing in front of him for a second, she then hugged him. She was simply seeking some kind of comfort and he was there. Her eyes closed once more and she shivered slightly.
It was strange how he had triggered the memories and now she was was finding comfort from him. How did he feel about all of it? She didn't know. Perhaps he would push her away.. "Don't let them come." she whispered. Before she had refused to go see a doctor but she had been taken to one anyway. "I'll be fine. I always am in the end." sure some things left a scar but the wounds healed nonetheless. Sighing softly, she let go of him and took a few steps back before finally opening her eyes and looking up at him. For mine seems to have been destroyed. ((It's alright, I can't think of anything to put either >.< How many days do you want it to be before the masquerade? ))
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 9:15 pm
Brandon froze at the sound of the door unlocking. His head snapped towards it and he watched intently as the door opened. Violetta stood there for a moment, head down, before she went over to him and hugged him, of all things! He was stunned into stillness for a second before he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her back. When he felt her shiver, he tightened his grip, closing his eyes and resting his head on top of hers.
It felt odd, if nothing else, to be holding her so close, and willingly at that. All his other mistresses... He couldn't have gotten away from them fast enough. Violetta was different. He wanted to be close to her. He wanted to comfort her, take away all her pain. Since he couldn't, he settled for rubbing her back. He remembered how comforting that had been when he'd been a child and his mother had comforted him, how safe and loved he had felt.
When she spoke, even if it was in a whisper, he opened his eyes but didn't move. He exhaled quietly before lifting his head. He didn't want to but he let her go as she pulled back. When she finally looked up at him, all he did was shake his head. The doctor was coming and he was going to see her. Brandon didn't know what was wrong but he knew something was wrong and he cared about Violetta too much to let it pass. He just hoped she could understand. It was for her own good that he was doing this. He wasn't doing it to be mean or something. He was genuinely worried about her.
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 1:08 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart? She was surprised when he actually hugged her back. After she had pulled away, she saw him shake his head and she ran her fingers through her hair. Walking up to the window, she pressed her forehead against the warm glass. It was still sunny outside. Her fingers gently tapped against it before she closed her eyes. Bringing the doctor here would cause him to see her cats, that wasn't something she wanted to happen.
"Let's go downstairs." she told him as she walked near the wall, making her way towards the door. Hopefully the doctor would be too busy with another family to come here. Opening the door, she walked out and looked down the long flight of stairs that spiraled. The small window in the staircase let light in but at night the maids lit the candles so that no one would trip going up or down.
Placing her hand lightly on the rail she slowly headed down, her thoughts still bouncing around in her head. Brandon cared and yet she knew it was only friendship. Would it stay that way? Who knew.. but she guessed that it would. Biting her lip, she closed her eyes for a moment and continued to go down to the first floor. She could only hope that the servant hadn't told her father about what she had seen. For mine seems to have been destroyed.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 9:33 pm
Brandon watched, a mixture of anxiety and distress rolling around in his stomach, as Violetta walked over to the window. He stood there, watching her. He itched to run out of the room and fetch the doctor himself just to assure himself that the man actually was coming. Something was wrong with Violetta and the fact that he didn't know what it was made it all the worse.
When she spoke, he stepped closer to her, following her out of the room. If he thought he was stressed before, it was nothing compared to as they made their way down the stairs. He was always so nervous when she walked up or down the stairs, especially when she wasn't feeling well. He couldn't help but remember when she collapsed the first time. What if she collapsed again? What if she fell down the stairs and hit her head or snapped her neck? What if she died? The thought made him feel sick to his stomach.
No. She couldn't die. She was his only friend. The other slaves -excluding Neil- were nice enough but he was a companion slave and companion slaves were always separated from the others but an invisible, unmentioned barrier. It was impossible for him to get close to other slaves because he was treated better than them. It had almost always been the case. The others had always been jealous of the special privileges and treatments he got. Most would gladly pay the price he had and it made him feel guilty that he hated himself so much for it.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 1:21 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?Once she reached the bottom of the staircase, she heard the door open and then hurried footsteps. It was no doubt the footsteps of the servant and the doctor. Sighing, she lowered her head and slowly went to greet them. Perhaps she could convince him that she felt perfectly fine.
Lifting her chin a bit she folded her hands in front of her and looked at the entrance of her home. "Good day." she said with a small smile. She still wanted to retreat to her room and stay there for the rest of the day but it would do no good when the doctor was already here. Her back was straight and she looked at the maid who announced the presence of doctor. Violetta nodded her head before dismissing her though the maid followed her words hesitantly.
Tilting her head slightly to the side, she looked at the doctor expectantly, as if waiting for him to explain why he was here and what he was planning on doing. She really did hope that he buy her little act. Violetta knew that Brandon wasn't too far off and if he didn't speak about what had happened.. everything should go smoothly. For mine seems to have been destroyed.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 1:19 pm
Brandon followed Violetta down the stairs, pausing for only a moment when he heard the front door open then close. He could only assume, and hope, that it was the doctor. His anxieties over Violetta were getting worse by the minute. Maybe he was just being a worry-wort but he'd rather be safe than sorry, especially where Violetta was concerned.
When they finally reached the doctor, he frowned at the way Violetta was acting completely normal, except for the smile. He didn't think she'd ever smiled for a doctor. She certainly seemed nervous enough around them and he didn't smile around people who made him nervous. When the doctor looked over at him and raised an eyebrow, Brandon just looked back at him helplessly. He could only hope that his fear for Violetta showed on his face.
The doctor looked from Violetta to the slave and back. The slave's concern was obvious on his face but, when he looked at Violetta, he saw nothing but a normal, healthy young woman. "I was told you were sick, Miss," he told her. "That you were fatigued and then vomited." She certainly didn't look fatigued, anymore so than usual, and she didn't look sick at all. Perhaps there had been some mistake?
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 9:33 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?It wasn't a question. So she wasn't about to confirm those facts or deny them. "I'm fine at the moment. I'm sorry for taking away your time, but I'm sure there are other people that are in need of your help at the moment." she spoke, she was hoping he would get the hint and leave, but she was trying to be nice about it. Crossing her arms briefly, she glanced over at Brandon for a moment she then returned her attention to the doctor. "If anything serious does happen though, I'll be sure to contact you." she told him. She really needed to sit down at the moment since her knees were beginning to feel weak but she was doing he best to stay up.
Closing her eyes for a moment, she took a few steps forward, planning on showing him out the door. She only hoped she would be able to make it that far. The last thing she needed was to be sent to bed and have a doctor make sure everything was alright. It would only make things worse in the end. For mine seems to have been destroyed. ((In how many days do we want the masquerade to be in?))
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 12:56 pm
Brandon mentally sighed. Why couldn't Violetta just let the doctor help her? Why did she have to be so damn stubborn? As she started to apologize to the doctor for wasting his time, he wanted nothing more than to start yelling, screaming at Violetta to stop being so stupid, to tell the doctor what had happened earlier. Why couldn't she see that they were just trying to help? When she looked over at him, he kept his face blank, empty of all emotion. It was the only thing he could do. When she told the doctor that if anything serious did happen, she would be sure to contact him, it was all Brandon could do not to scoff aloud. Judging by the look on the doctor's face, he felt the same. He could tell right away that the doctor was not a stupid man. He was very shrewd indeed and good at reading people. Then again, he must have known Violetta quite well.
Brandon turned his attention back to Violetta, remaining where he was as she stepped towards the door with the obvious intent of leading the doctor out. He sighed quietly, watching helplessly as the doctor followed her.
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 9:22 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?Biting her lip as she went through the great hall and up to the door, she stopped a few feet from it and closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. Her vision had blurred slightly and she didn't want to run into a wall of some sort instead of going up to the door. The corset wasn't exactly helping her either but then again they never did. She had never cared about being skinner, she liked her body the way it was but apparently that was all what all proper ladies had to wear. Placing her hand against the door, she rested her head against it once she reached it, glad for the cold surface which helped her a bit before her hand reached up for the door knob and she slowly opened the door. Please don't let him notice anything, please. She didn't want him here and she knew that he probably knew that. It had always been that way since she was little and she had slowly gotten better at tricking him.. not that it was a good thing but still. For mine seems to have been destroyed.
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 9:43 pm
Brandon watched from the doorway to the great hall as Violetta reached the door and opened it for the doctor. He was sure the man had noticed something was amiss but he did not comment, merely wishing Violetta a good day and reminding her to call for him should any problems arise. Yeah, like that was ever going to happen. And he knew it too. He'd seen it in the man's eyes. The doctor knew she wouldn't call for him even if her life depended on it. Brandon had tried looking out for her but she foiled his attempts. He was starting to wonder why he was even trying when it was obvious she wanted no help even though it was painfully obvious that she needed it.
With a sigh, he turned away. He couldn't do this. He couldn't watch her go out of her way to avoid the doctor's help. So what could he do? If he could have, he would have stopped caring, about four or five masters ago. But he did care and it hurt him to see her acting like this. Why couldn't she just let them help her? What was she so scared of?
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