Still Grace's P.O.V.

After he snatched his wounded hand away from me, I felt pretty helpless...useless.

Fresh tears started to spring from my eyes, I felt I had ruined this perfect day, I ruined everything.

I snuffled and wiped my nose with the back of my hand like a child, hanging my head down low, my black hair falling into my face. I continued to sniffle, that is, until I felt strong and reassuring hands slip around my waist, the unmistakeable smell of Mikey filled my lungs, I buried my face into his chest, hearing his heart pounding like crazy, his head rested on top of mine.

We were silent for a while, we cried together, I heard him breathe in, his voice trembled as his arms tightened around me, "You're so young..."

I leaned back to look at him, "I'm not that young..." I half smiled.

"Too young to have gone through what you have...it's disgusting." His teeth gritted as he closed his eyes, trying to retain his composure.

"It's the past now Mike, I've learnt to deal with it." I reassured.

"But it's new to me, I'm still learning how to deal with it..." his eyes wandered.

I stepped away, he was still shirtless, I walked over to one of his drawers and took out a plain white T-shirt, I threw it to him, "Thanks baby..." he whispered, wiping his face and eyes dry with his arm before putting it on.

"You gonna let me look at your hand now?" I offered, picking up with wet tissue once more.

"It's nothing! It's f-oh..." his voice trailed off as he looked at his hand for the first time.

I went behind him and guided him to the bed, making him sit on it, he did so crossed legged, I sat the same, opposite him.

"Now, let Nurse Grace see the extent of the damage." I joked.