Oh shit.
The stitches were clearly a ruse. And she'd walked into it only to have him ambush her about everything else. She panicked a little and felt herself grow anxious, her cheeks rising in color slightly.
"Um, you, uh, didn't call for me at all." That was true. He'd been screaming Giselle.
"I stitched you up. You didn't have any pain medication strong enough to let you rest so I had you drink your whiskey. You were scared and in pain and...and...you kept thinking about your girlfriend. All of these memories...they were so loud and you were so sad and in so much pain and...I just wanted you to rest so I, um...I shifted to look like her for you."
She averted her gaze a little.
"Please don't think I took advantage of you, Tim. You just...you really needed the woman you love. You were in so much pain, you'd lost so much blood...and the endorphins were good for you." She bit her lip.
"...we...we had sex while I looked like and you thought I was Giselle. Please don't hate me, Tim. I just wanted you to be okay..."
He's going to call the cops. He's going to scream at me and tell me to get out. He's going to tell me how pathetic I am. This...this is going to go so badly. I am never going to be able to show my face again. Stupid, stupid Martian. He doesn't even like you like that and you impersonated his girlfriend.
"I thought it would help..."
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