[Music recommendation: Virginio Aiello - Van Gogh]
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Gavriel meticulously cleaned her, washing away all the grime and blood covering her skin.
Even with the water pouring over her, she did not wake up. Instead, she subconsciously leaned into his chest as if finding her safe place, making Gavriel pause in his movements for a brief second.
But he didn't linger on it for long.
Knowing that despite her high body temperature, she could not remain under the water for too long. Once he was satisfied that she was completely clean, he dried her gently before dressing her in one of his white shirts and tucked her into his bed.
For a moment, he just stood there watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest before lifting a hand to touch her forehead. To his relief, the temperature of her body had already begun to come down.
A soft sigh escaped his lips.
Only then did he head back into the bathroom to properly clean himself as well.
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Coming back to the present….
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