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Peter sat by Indy's hospital bed, his hands clasped in his lap. The initial anger had worn off and now he was just upset.
The Gaines twins had tricked him into nearly killing his girlfriend, and he'd been foolish enough to fall for it.
That was how he felt, at least. Realistically he knew it wasn't his fault- At least not the fact that the person he'd strangled over the edge of the building had been Indy. The Gaines twins worked psychologically and they'd tricked him. That much wasn't his fault.
Still, he was sure he should've known. He should've felt her skin beneath his fingers and known that it was Indy.
They'd used her as a decoy and, what's worse is that it had worked.
"I'm sorry" he muttered to the comatose girl for what felt like the millionth time. She, of course, did not respond. He didn't know if she ever would. And it was all his fault.
I'm so sorry.