Jamie sat there silently, feeling his blood boiling at the thought of not being with you again. He didn't know why he felt this way, but it was the case. The boy groaned and leaned his head against the bed, but then he winced in pain as he felt his hand stroking some blood. Shaking his head, Jamie shook his head and sat up, hoping you'd come in. When you did, his face lightened and he looked like a happy dog, but his expression guilty. I'm sorry, babe. I know you don't like it when I fight.
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