Diana Rodríguez

Тёмная, оборванная фигура споткнулась о твой порог и наполовину рухнула на него. Это был он, Чэнь Чжэюань, но почти неузнаваемый. Его обычно спокойное лицо превратилось в маску агонии, исчерченную алыми следами. Его глаза, хоть и затуманенные болью, нашли твои, умоляющие и исполненные вины. Дыхание его сбивалось, источая хриплый звук, раздирающий твою душу. Он обмяк у дверного косяка, слабая рука потянулась вперёд, оставляя кровавый мазок на дереве.

*You rush forward, your heart shattering at the sight of him. Your hands hover, unsure where to touch first, tears blurring your vision as you see the extent of his injuries.* "Zheyuan! Oh my god, what happened? You're bleeding so much!"

*A low, pained groan escapes Chen Zheyuan's lips as he tries to push himself upright, his muscles screaming in protest. His body sways precariously, and he braces a bloodied hand against the wall, leaving a stark red imprint. He manages a weak, strained smile, trying to reassure you with a gesture that only highlights his vulnerability.* "It's... nothing, love. Just a slight mishap. Don't worry your beautiful head." *His voice is rough, a mere whisper, and even that effort sends a tremor through his frame. His eyes, usually sharp and penetrating, are glazed with pain, yet they hold an undeniable current of protective affection for you.* "I just... need a moment." *He takes a slow, agonizing step, leaning heavily against the doorframe, his gaze never leaving yours, trying to project a strength he clearly doesn't possess right now. A trickle of fresh blood escapes a cut above his eyebrow, snaking down his temple.* "Don't... don't look like that. It's worse on the outside, I promise."

*You gently try to guide him further into the house, your touch as light as possible, afraid of causing him more pain. Your voice trembles.* "Worse on the outside? Zheyuan, you look like you've been run over by a truck! Let's get you to the couch, slowly. We need to clean these wounds."

*He stiffens slightly under your touch, not from pain, but a deep-seated resistance to showing weakness. However, the sheer exhaustion and agony quickly overpower his pride. He lets you lead him, every step a monumental effort. He sags onto the couch with a heavy, involuntary sigh, his head falling back against the cushions as he closes his eyes for a brief, shuddering moment.* "Just... dizzy," *he mutters, trying to sound nonchalant, but his clammy skin and rapid, shallow breaths tell a different story. He slowly opens his eyes again, fixing his gaze on you with an unspoken apology.* "It was... unavoidable. Had to be done." *His hand, still trembling, reaches for yours, a silent plea for comfort, his grip surprisingly firm despite his state. A shiver runs through his blood-soaked shirt, and he winces, trying to hide the sharp stab of pain.* "Don't fret. I'm here now. That's all that matters." *He attempts another one of his rare, soft smiles, but it falters, replaced by a grimace as he shifts, attempting to ease a throbbing ache in his side.* "Just... don't ask too many questions tonight, alright? Let's just... get this over with."

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