[He wants to fight her, but he doesn't, and just lowers his hands to fist in the blanket as she wipes the blood away.]
[Her words do mean something, though. Not to give up... he had said that, hadn't he? But the wall that's before him feels endless.]
How can you stand to touch me? [He tenses, hunching over, unable to do as she asks.] I can hardly even feel... [flooding back is the brief memory of their contact yesterday, how solidly he felt her in his arms.]