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I felt like I was falling in a slow motion. Holding the opening of the glove with the left hand, I prevent my hand from coming off. It feels as if it's going to come out of my hand and flay away. I could feel it getting loose under the glove. I felt with a thud on my back on the soft futon. I quickly looked at my hand, making sure that my hand didn't come off. Thankfully it was not. I stood up holding my hand firmly. Right now, I didn't care about my dress that almost rolled up towards my crouch. Xavier walked towards me and looked down at me. His face clearly showed superiority. Telling me that, 'I told you, you can't.' Standing up on my feet, I met his gaze.

"See." He said. The rest of the sentence was clear on his face.

"I forget that there was pain in my hand." I made up.

He forwarded his hand to touch and look at my hand. I pulled back and stepped back. "It's alright. I'll go to a doctor." I said.