She hadn't known what to expect when he lifted his shirt. But the sight took her breath away. There, on his shoulder blades, where the only things that had liberated him was replaced by the green and black and blue bruises across his skin. "Emma? You still there?" His voice was pained which tore her heart. "Mhm." It was hard to speak. Hard to look away. "I'm alright. It doesn't hurt. I've had it worse." She gaped. Worse? "How could this happen?" She whispered. "Better me than you."