Is That The Truth? (2)

'I don't want her to see my wound. It's hideous. What if she gets disgusted when she sees me, then she leaves after she opens a little of herself like this?'

His body was full of wounds that were left to close on their own. Most of them were his scars from fighting monsters. Even though he couldn't heal his own wounds with his saliva, his body healed pretty quickly. But still, the pain must linger. Moreover, he came to Fuschia after being tortured by Hayden that night.

'I need to find a way to quickly get rid of those damn bugs inside me! F*ck!' while he was drowning in his internal anger, Fuschia's hands had already lifted his shabby clothes.

“What are you doing?” Dylan stopped Fuschia's nimble hand.

“I wanted to check if you were okay!”

"I'm fine-"

“Don't tell me other than bruising I'm fine! I can guess what a guy like you is thinking."

"What do guys like me think?" Dylan held Fuschia's hand, then look