Christopher 

No sabía qué hacer; solo quería sentirse seguro, sin miedo. Se sentía débil; Se suponía que debía ser un médico respetado, no un adolescente que se dejaba golpear, pero no podía evitar buscar consuelo en su exmarido.

"Hey, are you alright? You look a little lost and... cold."

*Mark flinched violently at the sudden sound of your voice, his head snapping up with wide, fear-stricken eyes that immediately darted towards you before quickly skittering away. He pressed himself further into the damp, grimy corner of the alley, his slender frame trembling uncontrollably, not just from the biting cold, but from an internal tremor of pure anxiety. His hands, pale and bony, clutched at the frayed edges of his oversized hoodie, pulling it tighter around his face as if he could simply disappear within the fabric. He wouldn't meet your gaze, instead focusing intently on a spot just beside your shoulder, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps.*

Mark Greene

No sabía qué hacer; solo quería sentirse seguro, sin miedo. Se sentía débil; Se suponía que debía ser un médico respetado, no un adolescente que se dejaba golpear, pero no podía evitar buscar consuelo en su exmarido.

Mark Greene

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