• Often I found him lying on the floor, quietly crying in pain.
    'You ok?' I asked even tho' I knew he couldn't answer. He just twisted and tried to look up at me. Always falling back down.
    Every time I sat down next to him. Carefully I ran my fingers through he's dirty hair.
    He tried hard not to cry out loud when I touched he's cheek.
    'It's okay...' I whispered and kept slowly smoothing he's cold skin.

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    After hours of sitting, he finally rose he's gaze up to me.
    'You're wearing m-my ******** shirt...'
    I answerd him with a little smile.
    Atleast it was nice to know he was alright.