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Tro woke up to find Precious, weeping over him.

"He's awake," a man said.

Tro and Precious turned to see a man in a white coat. It was then Tro realized that he was in a hair hospital, in a bed, recovering from his burns.

"You've been resting for a while," Precious said as she kissed her love.

"You'll be fine after a month or so," the doctor said.

"Thank you," Tro said to the doctor. He turned to Precious and said, "You saved me, didn't you?"

The doctor, feeling that he was not needed at the moment, briskly walked out of the room.

"I'm so glad you're okay," Precious weeped. "I...I..."

"Don't worry about it," Tro told her. "Whatever we were fighting about, it doesn't matter now. We can't let...whatever we were fighting about come between us."

"What were we even fighting about, anyway?"

"It feels like it's been weeks since that argument," Tro chuckled.

Precious held up an unfinish macramé bag.

"Did you make that yourself?" Tro asked.

"Yes."

"How long did it take?"

"Two days - I've been working on it while you slept."
"I've been asleep for two days?"

Precious worked as a waitress at a restaurant full of greasy customers. She didn't enjoy it, but she had to pay the hospital bills somehow.

Tro wasn't doing much better: he would be stuck in bed for many hours, pondering in his boredom, hoping the television repair-person would show up soon. He needed help going to the washroom. His physical therapy classes were dull.

After a month and three days, Precious picked Tro up and the two walked away from the hospital.

"Thank you for everything," Tro said to her as they walked to Nacrene City.

"Don't worry about it," Precious said.

"No, I mean it...You've really helped me and-"

"No, no! It's my fault!"

"What is your fault, that I was burned?"

"I was so focused on the flames," Precious said stiffly. "I was too focused to put out the fire. If it wasn't for Rain Dance-"

"Precious, relax!" Tro snapped. "I don't hold anything against you."

His voice was unwavering, his hair-lips quivered.

"I'm a pyro," Precious said quietly. "Just thought you should know that."

"What?"

"A pyromaniac! That's why I spent so much time in a Water Gym, to keep myself from setting large fires."

"Well, that's okay...Sure!"

"Now you'll think I'm a freak," Precious pouted. "I'll understand if you want to leave me. Think of us as even now - I nearly let you die, but I brought you to the hospital."

Tro chuckled immediately, much to her annoyance.

"I won't leave you!" Tro announced. "I love you!"

"But I'm a freak!"
"You're a drama queen, that's what you are! You're acting as though you're a mass murderer."

"This is serious!" Precious snapped. "I've had to take a year or therapy and-"

Tro grabbed Precious and hugged her tight.

"I'll always love you, Precious," Tro said. "I should be thankful to you - you saved my life, payed for my stay in the hospital-"

So you only like me because you feel you owe me, Precious thought to herself. She held her nonexistent tongue.

"Don't worry about it," Tro continued. "You're with me now. You're with me."

He started to kiss her. They kissed for a long time. Tro's hold on her tightened as the kissing intensified.

"Tro," Precious said weakly, breaking free from the kiss.

Tro pushed Precious against a tree and started to kiss her in a much more forceful manner.

"Stop!" Precious shouted as she pushed Tro away.

"What?" Tro asked.

Precious punched Petro so hard that he fell over. Precious yelled and ran off.

"Precious, wait!" Tro cried out, getting up and following suit. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me!"

He was losing sight of her. She was too fast for him, especially since he was just recovering from his burns.

"I'm sorry!" he cried out. "I didn't mean to do that!"

Precious wasn't listening to Tro; she was running as fast as her legs were carrying her. Except she was a scrunchy, therefore she lacked legs. She was still running, though.

"I'm sorry!" Tro cried out once more.