What do we do with a love like this?

--Morgan’s POV--

My eyes watched as she played with her bracelets, but quickly went to the ground when I saw a red splotch on the white carpet. I looked back at her wrist and shook my head.
“Mikayla...You might wanna cancel those plans cause...I’m not letting you be more than a few feet away from me,” I said and she looked at me with a questioning look.
“What do you mean?” She asked. I bit my lip as my eyes followed another drop to the carpet.
“Your wrist. It’s bleeding. And I’m not losing you,” I said and I quickly shot up as she did also. I caught the top of her arm in my hand and pulled her back down in the chair. Ashley and Andy must understand now.
“Roll up your sleeves,” I demanded, staring her in the eyes.
“N-No…” She refused, pulling her sleeves down more and sitting on her hands.
“Roll your fucking sleeves up now, Mikayla,” I said, my voice having an edge to it that I didn’t even know I had. I watched as she slowly rolled up her sleeves and pulled her bracelet off, showing so so so many rows of puffy red cuts.
“Miki…” I said, shaking my head slowly as I stared at it. “You’re staying here,” I told her outright.
“What?!”

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