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"Okay." I get up and hold out my hand for her..

I grab the spoon looking at it, "How do you use this?"

"I normally scream... Every time.. but not this time..." I look at her. She somehow soothed me...

"Do you know where you want to go?"

"I guess so..."

"Yes..."

I look confused then use commonsense and put some in a bowl and pour milk on it, "Now what do you eat it with?"

"Me too.."

I sigh hugging her afraid of my own voice...

"I don't remember... I never remember my dreams just that they are bad."

"Grapes and vegetables and Thor once fed me wood.... It wasn't good.. I was around Eleven..", I eat a dry handful of cereal.

I hug back, though since my arms are around her waist not tightly enough to cause abrasion to the wound..

My eyes open slowly, "Hmmm?"

"What is cereal?" I had heard her talking about it last night, was it another type of chip? Or icecream?

"I love you too..." my voice catches in my throat these words are more true spoken to her than anyone I have ever applied them to...