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Imagine the intimacy of tending your f/o’s wounds, and them tending yours.
The two of you are together at your lowest, rough, raw and exhausted, covered in mud, and bruises and blood.
And you hold each other, and care for each other, addressing every hurt.
You wipe down and wash each other with damp cloths, in gentle motions. You hold hands tightly for the pain when applying alcohol to cuts.
You hold even tighter, and hear each other gasp in breaths of air, as you sew up each other’s deeper cuts. You’re strong for each other.
You apply clean bandages for each other and tie them tight, and you kiss each other softly. You hold on to each other. You will help one another heal.
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