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Miss Marilyn Marilyn sighed in relief, happy that Rafe was okay...for the most part "Yes, Rafe. Its me." The way he was smiling at her was a bit...Well, he was making her heart race. She helped him into a sitting position, massaging his shoulders in the process. "What happened?" She swiped her fingers across his face, moving the hair that had feel into it.
Rafe grabbed her hand that was moving the hair out of his face. It was instinctive, but he quickly moved it to her side and let go. Every moment they spend together was like torture.
"Don't," he whispered sharply. He coughed and stood up slowly. He was a little shaky, but he managed.
"I just tripped, that's all," he said bitterly. Rafe looked her in her sparkling green eyes. Why did she have to be here? He didn't want to argue. He could be civil right?
"I'm fine really," Rafe smiled crookedly.
"What are you all doing here?" he asked somewhat curiously.