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"What does it matter? Don't you trust your weapon to guard you?" Red Asked before entering the infirmary. he laid her on the bed and proceeded to get some bandages and disinfectant to help her.
"Alright. Then I'll just sit here quietly. Moral support ya know?" He said as he sped out and returned with a chair and sat beside her. He was still and quiet. Seriously. It was a surprise for Nate.
Tristan eventually fell asleep sitting beside her door. He seriously wasn't giving up.
"Need help? You were letting me help you with science before the whole deathstroke thing. So I'm sure I can help you with this." Nathaniel said calmly.
Tristan sighed and sat down by her door. He didn't say anything, but he didn't move either.
"I bet they are." Red said with a small smirk before lifting May up. "I like it better that way anyway." He added as he carried her the rest of the way. Partly to make some other's jealous for the fun of it.
Iggy laughed and smirked before biting her shoulder softly. "That's for bein mean." He said before starting to job ahead. He turned his head and stuck his tongue out at her before moving a bit faster.
Nathaniel took off his shirt and threw onto the flew in the corner. "Better?" He asked as he knelt down beside her. "Whatcha doin?" He asked curiously.
Tristan leaned in a bit closer to her. "You know what? I don't believe you." He said before moving away. "I don't believe you want to be alone. And I don't believe you're parents would want you to be alone either. Or to focus on revenge. Or anything like that." He said calmly.
"hey hey hey. What kind of girlfriend ignores her boyfriend?" Nathaniel said as he barged into the room. She really should have locked it. He smiled as he. He wasn't wearing anything fancy. A muscle shirt and shorts. Stuff a guy wouldn't mind covering with sweat. And boy was he sweaty. His shirt was drenched.
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