-- standing there and staring at Michael for a moment, looking at the spots on the already bloody shirt.]

Ellie can kill me for that bad reply.

[I blinked for a few seconds, watching as Michael stumbled her way to the bathroom. That was probably bad for her, so I quickly --

-- followed after Michael, wrapping my muscular arms around her small waist and helping her.] Careful, now. [I said in a --

-- slightly playful tone, trying to lighten Michael's downright heartbreaking mood. My free arm reached for a towel nearby, --

-- daringly lifting up Michael's shirt and lightly dabbing the wounds, before handing her the towel and letting her clean up --

-- the rest. I left Michael to be alone for a while, my legs subconsciously carrying me to the bed and flopping down on it. --

-- I was right. The bed /was/ heavenly. My eyes closed for a second, my arms stretching up in a flex, and before I knew -- Michael

-- it, Michael was next to me, but I didn't think she knew it, weeping her little heart out. I instantly felt pity for her, --

-- looking over at Michael and flashing a weak smile, my arms opening up towards her in an unspoken question]

We're cute.

[Snuggles Michael] Can't reply, but I can snuggle.

Very. [Snuggglleeees Michael]

Night.

You have nothing to be sorry for, Michael. [I whisper in a small whisper, almost inaudibly. My eyes fluttered shut, resting --

-- against Michael's small frame, my arms looped around her waist while my hand stroked her hair, trying to calm her down. --

-- Michael's sobs broke my heart. Anyone's sobs broke my heart, actually. Sure, it may be something small, like the loss of --

-- a bear, but they were feeling pain. Something I felt all the time. I couldn't help but feel it, too. Even if it -- Michael

-- wasn't my pain or I didn't know them. My chest heaved up and down in steady breaths] Michael

#Inactive. Apologies to @RoseateMender and Michael.