Trigger warning – Mentions of SA.
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Charlie POV
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“I’m Charlie. What’s your name?” She smiled, watching the boy carefully. She kept her movements slow and, as time went on without being attacked, he became slightly less tense.
Cracked lips parted to answer, but his throat barely produced a sound before a harsh cough ripped free. Charlie pulled a bottle of water from her bag and held it out to him, but he eyed it warily, skin going a little paler. What had they done to the poor boy? She understood that he didn’t trust the water, but she needed him to drink, so she took a large gulp from the bottle to prove it was safe. Too quickly, the suspicion in his eyes melted to desperation and he eagerly took the bottle when she offered it again.
“Slowly.” She coaxed as he began to gulp
