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Teddy she could smell the iron on his usual scent. “What happened?” Teddy had tried pushing past her. “Are you okay?” she insisted moving into his way, forcing him to stop.

“It’s fine,” he answered. His hands on her arms, moving her out of his way.

“It’s not.” She slapped him in the shin with her sight stick.

“Oww!” He walked past her into the bathroom.

She ducked into the bathroom behind him. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear she was looking straight at him, through the white in her eyes, seeing his black eye and split lip. “Where are you bleeding?”

“I cut my lip,” he gave in.

“On who’s fist?”

Teddy groaned. “Some idiot. Can I get it cleaned up now?”

Bethany stepped closer, “Can I feel?”

“What?!” Teddy jerked back out of her range.

“I just wanna see.”

Teddy debated for a long moment. It was Bethany, they grew up together, she was his sister’s friend. What would she feel, what would she think?

She lifted her eyebrow and again, and he swore she saw him.

“Ok,” he stepped toward her and grabbing her wrists he guided her hands toward his face.