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He tried to shut his eyes but every time he did, Dumbledore's words would flash through his mind. Open your eyes, do you not see how injured she is? Her wounds, her scars lay far deeper than yours; if you left now she would have no chance of recovery. You will stay for her, whether you think it best or not! If he was supposed to be staying for her; for her emotional well-being, what was he doing lying here in this bed, leaving her alone? With those thoughts, he slowly slipped from his bed. He leaned a hand on the wall and pulled back the curtain, just enough to see Marcella laying on her side, with her back to him.
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