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Rome's POV
Rome stood in front of the mirror, observing his reflection. His cheeks were light pink, contrasting with his usual pale skin. Pick's behaviour, and undisguised affection made him happy and shy at the same time. He felt like being drunk on a strong ale. He slipped his cheeks lightly, trying to get rid of the overwhelming emotions running through his body. When he was calm enough, he took off his pyjamas and stepped into the shower. The warm weather immediately hit his aching body, but instead of relaxing him, it made the wounds on his legs and arms sting. He winced in pain and completed the bath quickly. As he dried off, his eyes filled with tears from the towel brushing against his damaged skin. Some of the deeper wounds reopened, and thin streams of blood began to run down his legs. Rome's breath caught in his throat, and panic washed over him in waves. He tried to stop the blood with the towel, but his hands trembled too much, only making it worse. The tears were streaming down his face, and he didn't realise he had called for Pick until the older male was kneeling in front of him, holding the towel against his skin.
"It's okay, Rome. I am here. Emma is looking for the first aid kit." Pick smiled at him, and Rome nodded. His boyfriend guided him to sit on the closed toilet seat, while he remained kneeling on the bathroom floor.
"I should have gone with you." Pick murmured to himself as he examined the injuries. The bleeding stopped, but the worry on his lover's face stayed, and it made his heart flutter.