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The superior man acts before he speaks, and afterwards speaks according to his action.

~Confucius

Anthony

"Princess, are you finished, or do you need some help?" I finally asked after a few minutes had gone by.

"No, I’m almost done." her voice was so weak.

"Come here." I pulled her to my chest as she stumbled out of the stall.

"Let's go home please." she pleaded her voice cracking again.

"Can you walk?" She nodded but I gave her a quickly scan and she didn't look like she could reach the restrooms door without fainting.

"The bag." she pointed at the bag inside the stall.

With a ton of toilet paper, I cleaned the blood off the floor. Satisfied with the job, I picked up the bag before lifting her bridal style. She leaned her petite frame against my broad chest and closed her eyes.