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Dutchie: What's Going On?

Crutchie POV:

"Hey I'm home!" I hear over the slamming door of my apartment.

I open the door to the bathroom and find my fiance walking toward me.

I looked down, and saw fresh blood on the white towel I was using. "Hey babe." I replied, my voice shaking.

"What's wrong?" my soon-to-be husband asked me, a sense of concern in his voice. His eyes followed my glassy eyes down to the edge of the towel.

I ran to our bedroom and tried to get dressed. David walked into the room and sat me on the bed.

"Why do you do this to yourself? I worry about you Crutchie." he questioned, almost like he was interviewing me. 

"I-i don't know. I just don't want you to worry about me." I stuttered, making it somewhat obvious that I didn't want to talk.

Davey enveloped me into a hug. "Well, if you wanna talk, I'm here."

"Alright. I have to put some clothes on."

"Meet me in the bathroom so I can bandage you up." Davey laughed, leaving me alone in the bedroom.