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Dennis scratched at the bandage over his wrist and frowned.
Self-harm was an addiction, but it never gave him the 'high' that one typically associates with such an affliction.
He desperately wanted attention and care but, well, he didn't have that.
He was the slow one of the group, and most of the Society found him annoying.
Except for Max.
But Max had been busy, as of late.
It was never about the pain, for Dennis. It was about being cared for.
Cause he could deal with a wound. Everyone in the Society needed basic first-aid knowledge anyways, due to how accident-prone they were.
But now it itched under his bandage, and he was remembering why he hated this habit of his.
Why can't I just stop?