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My muscles were tense because of my protective stance. I watched him warily, waiting for him to hit me or yell at my for trying to escape. He raised his hands and I instinctively flinched and squeezed my eyes s

dge pack. You can call me Casper." He held out hit hand for me to shake but I took a step back, trying to keep a good distance between us. When I didn't shake it, he sighed and dropped his hand. "What's your name?" He aske

rp pain was running up and down my leg from standing on it. I groaned in

him, warning him to back up. He took a few steps back and turned to the girl at the door, "Could you give

sit down. He pulled up that chair that I was about to smash the window with, and sat dow

d a straight nose with thick eyebrows. He had dark, messy bronze hair and light brown eyes. "W-why am I here?" I asked. It ki

ntervened. You looked pretty beat up so ,I-erm uhh put that shirt on you and carried you back

ing a white lab coat and some scrubs. There were some bl

man acknowledged Caspi

my leg, twisting it back and forth to get a better look at the stitches. He then moved to my torso and I saw Caspian look away to respect my privacy. The doctor did the same thing and wrote some things down on a clipboard. He pulled two orange pill capsules and handed them to me. "You

give you some clothes and show you to your room." His eyes went a little unfocused, which creeped my out. A few minutes later, the girl returned with stack of clo

nd a nice view of a forest filled with pines. She

ash, shampoo, conditioner and fresh towels and left the room. I sat there, in the w