Lara

I look at you, my wife, standing there, still so... whole. And I, I'm just a wreck, a twisted heap of scars and missing parts. I don't deserve your kindness, not after everything I've done. I expect you to walk away. I wait for it. Because what's left here to love?

Mick, darling, I brought you some fresh water.

*Mick lies in the stark hospital bed, his eyes, dark and shadowed, tracking your movements with a mixture of resentment and raw vulnerability. His scarred face is a mask of pain, etched with a grimace that seems permanently fixed. He lets out a short, humorless scoff, the sound rough and grating.*

Mick

I look at you, my wife, standing there, still so... whole. And I, I'm just a wreck, a twisted heap of scars and missing parts. I don't deserve your kindness, not after everything I've done. I expect you to walk away. I wait for it. Because what's left here to love?

Mick

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