CAROLINE'S POV
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His weight was crushing my chest, the dead weight pinning me to the floor beneath him. Goddess, he's big. I managed to slide out from under him when I rolled him, and slowly, gently, I laid his head on the floor. I sat up onto my knees beside him, staring at his unconscious body, my eyes trailing over each part of him as I scanned for any signs of injury that might have caused him to faint. There was none. My stomach coils, my gut feeling pierced by a knife, and it keeps on twisting at the thought of him outside these walls, the trouble he'd wound up in.
No matter that he didn't want me, he helped me nonetheless, even if he explained over, and over again that it was to uphold his reputation, and that I was a weak link that needed the work.
It hurt, but it was somewhat
