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"i'm out. nothing here to care about." NEED 2 pinegrove
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Mike had left Aella right when she got situated in the tub.
He didn't want to invade her privacy, or help with what she didn't want help with. He turned on the water, got most of the blood off of her face then choked up and left just as quickly.
He knew she needed help. He wanted to help her, but he was just as closed off as she was— if not more.
Abby's up now. She's standing at the entrance of the hallway as Mike searched through Aella's closet for a towel. "Where's Aella?" She asks, crossing her arms.
"In the bath." He answers plainly. "Do you know what happened?" He asks.
Abby shakes her head, yawn big as she moves back towards the couch. Mike sighs out, stretching his arms up to pull the grey towel, closing the closet door again as he hears the water of the tub swish around.
"Ella?" He asks, knocking on the door. She hums for a second, proving she was still okay. She opens the door a slither, only enough to where Mike could see her head, but not her body.
