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“Juvia is imagining nothing!
your injuries are very real.”
hunched over his figure, seeing a smile on his bloodied face—-
nothing could be more painful for her.
her grip on his hand was iron, anger bringing out a strength she didn’t know she possessed. how dare he? he should be screaming, asking for her help, crying - anything but this. he didn’t have to be strong around her, he should know that—-
“… Wendy-san, she… she’s around here somewhere…
Juvia will go find her. you’ll be okay soon… i promise…”