She glanced at the flashing police lights in the distance, then back at the tightly shut door, realizing that the person inside had no intention of coming out to fight.
He suddenly gets up then, he hands me a cloth from the medical supplies and starts to dress. I have to remember that we did it for a reason and not for romance or love. I watch him get dressed and try to get up myself. My legs are shakey.
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