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    I lean down and pick up my slippers from the floor. I give them a good shake and a few shards of ss


    fall from them. I run my hands through the insides and once I’m fairly certain they’re safe, I slip them on


    my feet and stand up. I grab my phone and carefully make my way to my bedroom door, tiptoeing my


    way around the ss as well as I can in my slippers which are really not made for tiptoeing. I pause in


    the doorway and look back. My bedroom looks. like a crime scene. ss everywhere and smears of


    blood on the nkets, my bedside table hand andmp. I look at my feet and realise my slippers are


    also covered in blood from my where I touched my arm. Pulling myself together, I head straight into the


    kitchen and grab a hand towel. I dampen it and wipe at my arm. I don’t think there’s any ss in it. I get


    another towel and press it against my arm. I hope I don’t need stitches. I’m wiping the blood off my


    phone so that I can call Bemy when the banging on my front door starts. I immediately drop to the


    floor and hide behind the counter, my heart racing until I hear Bemy yelling.


    “Ryann! Are you in there? Are you okay?” I know I need to answer him and get up to answer the door.


    But my voice seems to have left me and my legs just won’t support me. I can hear voices murmuring


    behind the door and the sound of a key in the lock. Aaron must be here. He took a spare key in case of


    emergencies when we set up the security system. Bemy bursts in and it takes him about half a


    second to zero in on me behind the counter. In an instant he is there scooping me up into his arms.


    Shaun and Aaron step into sight, but as soon as they start to approach Bemy lets out a sound


    somewhere between a hiss and a growl. His arms tighten around me and he moves me behind him. I


    have no idea what’s going on but Shaun and Aaron seem to understand because they both take a few


    steps back and lower their eyes


    to the floor.


    “Uhm, Bemy?” I start. He doesn’t answer but instead looks around, his eyes darting around the room,


    pausing on Shaun and Aaron before focusing in on my bedroom. He surges to his feet, taking me with


    him. Before I can so much as blink, he lifts me into his arms and carries me to my room, keeping


    himself between me and the other guys the entire time. He snarls with agitation as he sees the mess in


    my bedroom. He carries me into my bathroom, the crunch of ss under his shoes as he passes


    through the ss. He checks the bathroom thoroughly before closing the door and locking it. He sits


    me on the bathroom counter next to the sink but doesn’t step away. Instead he begins checking me


    over. He quickly finds the cut on my arm, pushing away my hand and the bloody towel to examine it


    properly. Once he’s determined it won’t kill me, he continues checking me over, even going so far as to


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    Pyjama pants as far as they’ll go, running his hands up my legs and pushing my top up. I keep a hand


    over my chest stopping him from pushing it any further. He seems frustrated butt doesn’t force it. He is


    breathing heavily and his attention returns to the cut on my amm


    “Bemy” I try again. This time he meets my eyes and I can see his eyes look wild. He’s still not talking


    and I have no idea what to do. There’s a light knock on the bathroom door and Bemy whirls around


    to face it, keeping me behind him, pressed against his badt.


    “It’s just me. Are you okay in there?” Shaun calls out. I breathe a sigh of relief.


    Uhm, sort of? I have a cut on my arm that probably needs some medical attention. Also Bemy is


    acting weird, he’s not talking.” I call back. Bemy barely even reacts to his name. all his attention is


    focussed on the door.


    “If you’re injured that would exin it. His protective instincts are in overdrive right now. They’ve kind of


    taken over. He’s taken you to a defendable area and is keeping you away f all potential threats,


    including us. He needs to calm down before we cane im there safely. Try to talk to him, reassure


    him. If it doesn’t work then just call out and we will think off something else. In the meantime we’re


    going to have a look around and check for threats.“1 can hear ss crunching as Shaun moves away


    from the door. I quickly leam over and use the sink to rinse the blood off my hands. Then I wipe them


    off om my mostly–dean pajama pants and grab the sides off Bemy’s face, forcing him to look at my


    eyes care them olmersively checking me for non–existent injuries.


    “Uhm. Bemy? I really am okay, it’s just a little cut from the ss. I promise you I ampletely okay.


    You can bandage me up and I’ll be good as new in no time.” I try to reassure him. He continues to stare


    at me. I can see him smiming at the air. Att fist I think it’s mot working, then he finally speaks.


    “You’re scared.” he grunts out. I frown and shake my head


    “No, I WAS scared. Now that you’re here, I feel perfectly saw


    won’t let anything


    bad happen to me.” I state firmly. This seems to be exactly when he needed to hear because


    the tension slowly drains out of him. His posture softens and intend of searching me for injuries, his


    hands are now resting lightly on my wHIST


    “You’re okay?” He asks. I nod my head and confirm again.


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    “I’m really, really okay.” I press myself closer to him so I can lean against his chest. His arms wrap


    around me, careful of my injured arm and I rest my head against him.


    “Thankyou foring.” I murmur. Bemy sighs and buries his face in my hair. After a minute he pulls


    away.


    “Do you have a first aid kit? Bandages?” He asks. I nod and point down to the cupboard underneath


    the bench I’m sitting on. Bemy crouches and opens the door just enough to get the first aid kit


    without moving me. He spends the next few minutes fussing over my arm, cleaning and bandaging it.


    “We really should take you to see a doctor, just in case.” He grumbles. I shake my head adamantly.


    “No way. Absolutely not. It’s just a cut. If it gets worse or something I’ll go see a doctor, but until then,


    I’m just fine.” I nce down at myself and wrinkle up my nose.


    “I could use a shower and a change of clothes though. Maybe we should have waited to bandage it


    until I cleaned up.” I stare at my pyjama pants and wonder if the blood will wash out, they are my


    favourites. I mean, as a woman I have gotten blood out of plenty of other clothing items, usually pants.


    It’s worth a shot.


    “What about a bath?” Bemy suggests. I raise an eyebrow.


    “Bemy, do you see a bathtub in here?” I gesture around the room. His brow furrows and he


    stares at me.


    “You can’t possibly think I’m going to let you stay here after this.” He stares pointedly at my arm. I cross


    my arms, ignoring the burning pain.