I pull over as you immediately get ahold of my second hard and apply ointment on my fresh cuts. My knuckles are all bloody and cut up but I just watch you take care of me without a word. It’s calming. Suddenly I stop you by holding your hand in the middle of you cleaning my wounds. I just hold your hand, tight. I don’t need anything else. You look up at me finally I’ll be alright, don’t worry
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