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Patrick was already removing the blood-soaked clothing he had on. With or without new clothes, he just wanted to be freed of those messy restraints. "Since there are tags on the clothes, I'll be able to get them on okay," he assured her. Although he was feeling weak, he wasn't entirely helpless. Being unable to get dressed would be sort of embarrassing.
"I'll be here when you get back," Patrick said hoarsely, already pulling on the fresh shirt she got for him. There were bruises on his ribs that caused him pain when stretching, but he made no complaints beyond a grunt. He was indescribably happy to know she'd be staying the night again. Company would keep it easy to forget he was in pain. Not to mention, he owed her some information. The woman he loved deserved to know who and what he was.
"I'll be here when you get back," Patrick said hoarsely, already pulling on the fresh shirt she got for him. There were bruises on his ribs that caused him pain when stretching, but he made no complaints beyond a grunt. He was indescribably happy to know she'd be staying the night again. Company would keep it easy to forget he was in pain. Not to mention, he owed her some information. The woman he loved deserved to know who and what he was.