Markus looked up when he heard the door, trying to look towards Agnes.
“I’m okay.. no..”, he answered quietly. “I’m- I’m sorry- are you- a- did- are you hurt?”, he asked, worried. He hadn’t told her, he had just said to be careful -she must be hurt, and he felt terrible for it. If he had told her, she wouldn’t be.
“No, I’m sorry, I- I didn’t- I hadn’t had t-the chance- I’m sorry-”, he whimpered, curling up tighter. He was expecting to be hurt, to be hit or kicked or yelled at. He was just used to being treated like that.
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