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Location: <i>KOA cabin</i><br/>
Addressing: <i>Rachel</i>​</div><br/>Yeah, like that was what Rebel was going to do when he got back – ask the doctor man whether his ex had been staying at the clinic overnight or not. Rebel wasn't going to spend another minute thinking about her if he had anything to say about it.<br/><br/>But it hurt. It hurt terribly, and he felt like his heart would rip right out of his chest when Rachel mentioned knowing "all the comings and goings" in the clinic. Hale knew what happened in the community. Mr. Frazier knew what happened in the clinic. And Rebel didn't know what was happening in his own home.<br/><br/>His jaw tightened against the rise of emotion. He wasn't going to cry over<i>her.</i>No. Never.<br/><br/>Dark eyes flashed to Rachel's face at the mention of food. "No," he said. "I mean yes, but no – don't waste what little you all have on us. I'm going back tomorrow."<br/><br/><i>'Remember?'</i>he thought.<i>'I get to go home, and you all don't. Tomorrow I'll be back in the safety of Abendblume.'<br/>
</i><br/>It was only then when he realized she was touching his hand. It felt strangely out of place, as if they were simply two co-workers or friends discussing life over coffee. But they weren't those things. They would never go back to normal, and tomorrow Rachel and everyone here would be on their own. It struck him like a knife; here she was, facing uncertainty in a world designed to harm her, and she was offering<i>him</i>food.