Derek POV
I feel more than see Monica's breathing falter as she takes her shirt off. I'm not sure what's bothering her more, the reminder of what those scars represent or the scars themselves that are marring her beautiful body. I wish she would listen to me, I wish she would stay here while the others went to check out the place she was held. I have a feeling it's going to be too much for her. She hasn't kept everything bottled up, she's had her breakdowns, her moments of freaking out, but that doesn't mean she isn't compartmentalizing what happened and who knows what can of worms going back there will open for her. She told me what happened, but that doesn't mean I can ever fully comprehend exactly what she went through.
"Mate will be okay."
"You can't know that."
I shut Xavier out
