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    ooc: Took a really much ((yeah, great grammar, I know)) longer time than I thought. Srry.

    ic: Terry nodded, slightly loosening her grip around Dexter's neck. "Yep... But, you know, you gotta come with," she added with a small smile, feeling like her heart had lightened considerably when he'd arrived.

    Terry smiled, standing up as well, and stretched her arms out in front of her, groaning slightly when her back cracked audibly, then yawned before standing next to Dexter.

    Dexter took her hand and led her down the hall, into his room and out of a small window. "We can't escape though. I've tried but the doors are locked and little spikes come shooting at you if you try to open them." he confided, pulling down his sleeve to hide the giant gash from the first try.

    Terry nodded in understanding, not seeing the gash, and gripped his hand as he led her on. "Yeah, my window's guarded with a net below... but there's a nice breeze," she finished with half a smile, attempting at not sounding disheartened.

    Terry swallowed quickly then followed him out, keeping her grip on his hand like it was the only thing keeping her from going stark raving crazy.

    He smiled and gripped her hand, pulled her all the way through the window and accidentally scraping his wound on the window sill. "Ah!" he groaned and ripped his hand away, watching the blood seeping through his shirt.

    Terry glanced for what had made Dexter groan, "Dexter, you okay?" she asked before seeing his arm covered with blood. "Holy cow, what the heck happened?" Terry asked quietly, but in alarm, gently reaching forward to take his arm, examining it closely.

    He winced when she touched him but didn't pull away. "I tried to find away for us to escape. A spike lodged itself into my arm, but I got it out. Be careful!" he snapped, not meaning to.

    Terry looked up at him, raising her eyebrow as she did when she wasn't planning on backing down. "You be careful! I'm not the one who decided to climb out a window - albeit for a good cause - to get skewered by a freaking spike!" she said in a way that she meant she wouldn't back down as she lightly ran a finger down the edge then let go of his arm, reaching over to yank the long-sleeved shirt's arm off, tearing it to hopefully stop the bleeding. "Now you're going to stand still while I bandage you and enjoy it for Pete's sake, got it?" she asked, still looking incredulous.

    He stared at her. "Enjoy it?! How the hell-" he stopped himself, putting his head in his hand and shaking it. "Terry, I don't want to fight, but your not going to touch it. okay?" he said, more of a demand than a question.

    Terry dropped her 'tough' persona and bit her lip, sighing and blowing the bangs out of her face. "Dexter, for crying out loud, I'm worried about you, okay? I'm sorry, but I don't want you to die before the Games even start from a flipping infection," she said quietly, looking more worried than anything else.

    He stood up and kissed her gently. "Terry, I'm not going to die. Calm down, sweetheart. I'm okay." he said, convincingly and scooped her up into his arms, ignoring the burning pain. He carried her to his room and shut the door and put her on the bed, lying down next to her and leaning on his elbow. As he towered over her, he stroked her hair, pushing it behind her ear. He was leaning on his injured arm.

    Terry smiled weakly, resting her head against his chest and seeming to relax visibly as he stayed close. "Don't leave, okay?" she finally whispered, not noticing at first that he was leaning on his injured arm, being so close to him.

    He winced at all of the pressure on his arm but pushed the pain away. He leaned down and kissed Terry's forehead gently and locked his fingers with hers. "Why would I leave? I love you." he said, not fully grasping her words.

    Terry squeezed his hand lightly, eyes half-closed as she gave a half-smile and looking up to him, eyes flashing with worry. "I just... I don't want you to die or anything... Because I love you, too," she finished, looking down, almost embarrassed.

    "Gosh, you're making this real easy on me," she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes but in a good-natured way. "And, man! What's with you and shirts, huh?" Terry asked, this time teasing as she bent to look at his arm carefully.