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I went rigid, both out of the slick uncomfortable touch of the grimy blood against my clothes and Fashire's sudden demeanour.
My head spun for a moment. What was he doing?
And that question, why was he asking me?
Was he even aware like before? He had to be. At that moment, my feelings were mixed and I didn't know what to do.
"What… what did you do?" I breathed, my muscles tense.
His head was heavy on my lap, and he didn't answer my question. I wasn't even sure if he was awake or not.
"Fa—" I leaned back and moved my hand to nudge at his arm, trying to pry it off. I could barely hold on as my palm slipped down his forearm and I shivered, immediately raising my hand to inspect the dark liquid streaking down my palm like a viscous fluid.
