@togetherasaone continued She felt increasingly guilty that she had indirectly caused him harm, watching him hold his arm away from her. She stands, watching for a moment before turning away, going to a drawer and opening it; inside, a small first aid box. Her father had kept one around during her childhood, always ready with band aids and kisses to heal her wounds. “Please let me take care of you...?” Her voice is soft as she places the first aid box down and turns to him, “I feel incredibly guilty.”









