I knew he was feeling terrible, but I could not move to comfort him in his pain. The area between my legs felt slightly tender. Gently, I reached out for him, but he did not seem to notice. His eyes focused on the four small wounds on my hips. I leaned forward slightly, trying to sit up. Unfortunately, I felt stuck lying there. Why was I always at a loss for words when I needed them the most? Finally, I got my breathing under control, my eyes focused on the tormented expression on his face.
“Luci…” I whispered, reaching my hand out again, drawing his gaze. “It’s okay… come here…”
Slowly, he crawled back towards me, being careful to avoid touching me. It was as though he were afraid the slightest touch would cause me more pain. To be honest, the pinprick wounds did not even bother me, b
