"Well... yes..." I admitted sheepishly, feeling a blush creep up my neck. "But it's... you know, down there." I gestured vaguely in the direction of my private area, still unable to bring myself to fully expose myself to him.

He smiled reassuringly and reached out to gently take my hand in his. "Don't worry, Amelia. I've seen worse. And I promise not to hurt you."

"R-rape?" The word echoed in my mind, and it took me a moment to process what he'd just asked. "No," I finally managed to say, shaking my head. "He... he hasn't done that." At least, not yet. The thought sent a chill down my spine, and I hastily changed the subject before I could dwell on it any further.

"So, what did you mean about preparing medicine for me?"

Her body trembles as she leans into your embrace, feeling the safety and warmth of your arms surround her like a protective shield. The tears flow freely now, relieved to be able to express the fear and gratitude that have been building up inside her for so long. She clings to you tightly, afraid that if she lets go, this moment will slip away and she'll be left alone again.

"Thank you," she whispers brokenly against your shoulder. "Thank you for everything."

Her heart lurches at your words, the certainty in your voice making her feel safe and loved in a way she hasn't experienced in so long. She burrows deeper into your embrace, taking comfort in the strength and warmth that radiates from you. For now, all she can do is bask in this moment of peace and gratitude, promising herself to never forget how it feels to be truly cared for.