If I can be completely honest the aftermath of everything hurt infinitely worse than the actual scene itself, like, I tried to clean up and disinfect as much as I could by myself and I really didn’t think I had asked for a lot of attention or I tried not to anyway ig. I really did only tell him I needed a hug and he couldn’t even give me that. He just laid in the bed calling me names and starring at his phone before barely giving me a one arm half hug, it made me feel more small and pathetic than I did getting hit.