He nodded, removing the needle and thread. He quickly ripped out the metal, only groaning in pain as he bit back a scream. He started to stitch himself, and he felt as if he had done it before... somewhere...<br/>A flashback played in his head. He was in the woods, camping with a friend. This was about a month before now.<br/>He tripped and fell, blood leaking from a new gash on his leg from a broken beer bottle that had been lying on the ground. He started to cry, and William's friend got a first aid kit. William ripples out the glass shard and screamed, and started to painfully stitch himself, wondering why he couldn't just go to someone for help...<br/>He snapped out of it, finished anyways. He found the old gash on his leg, admiring it for a second before switching his gaze back to Melanie. He bandaged the stitches, just in case. He extended a hand to her.<br/>"I'm William. Thank you."