I swallow a bitter taste, my mind riddled at the sight of you suffering. Without hesitation my shoulder barges the door, anixety and fury eating me alive as i thrash my frame into the wooden door once more before bursting in. My breath caught in my throat as i kneel beside the scuttling matress at your movements. My hands eager as they cup your cheeks. My voice laced with emotion but lowered. "wake up, baby, wake up. look at me, fuck,"
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