Raimo turned toward the door and glanced down at his exposed self, he wouldn't have enough time to hide all of it. He lay back down on the bed and stared down at the markings of his past injuries. He thought they would go away after a few minutes but they never did, he could feel them standing on the other side of the door wanting to get into the room. He had an argument with himself in his head:<span style="font-style: italic">It is his room too, but he can't see me like this. I have to let him in, but I won't have enough time to hide them. I have to look like I don't care...</span>He slowly walked down the door and unlocked it before going back to his former position. He edged his arms behind his back and his face into the pillow to look like he was resting.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Why...</span>