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Tyler smells the blood before anything. His cabin door is ajar but the lights are off. He can hear another heartbeat still in there, fast like a rabbit and stuck somewhere in the back towards his bathroom or closet. Claws ready, Tyler enters ready to maul his would-be robber.
"Those claws will only make the bleeding worse. Can you get me bandages instead" a bloody, worse-for-wear Addams sassed. Her eyes were closed, head leaning against the rim of his small tub and her braids plastered to her neck. Hands raised, Tyler stares at her with a hanging jaw before the sirens in his head register that it's not just anyone's blood he is smelling.