"I love you... Please, don't pay attention to those thoughts... I need you, here with me." She leaned her head on his shoulder, rubbing his back with her good hand, and ignoring the pain in her injured one.
Alright. She opens it slowly, letting the dark colored mist seep to a corner, where it entered a dark-colored chest. Finished. She exits and looks at him.
"You may not take mine, but you should have yours back now..." She furrows her brow. "I can open it in your mind, if you wish... that might make it easier."
"Thank you." She walked up and laid a business card in front of him. She tapped it with her index finger. "You seem like you could use some help." She said softly. The business card is for a therapy place. The name Iris Winter is printed clearly at the bottom, along with a phone number.