Dustin calls after her. "It isn't your fault. I am sorry if I upset you...don't hurt me..." The last words didn't make it out the room. "Fiona...I don't hate you!" he yelled. His words would ring out before she shut the door. Maybe too late...he didn't know. He didn't hate Miss Fiona...he was sure she hated him. If she hadn't before...she would now. After all...he was just an asshole who wouldn't let her heal him. He couldn't...he was too scared.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The maid let out a scream as she entered his bathroom. Seeing the blood, the knife, the pooling blood in the tub. She ran into Fiona's room. "Mylady! Mylady! Your room mate...he...he..." She ended up grabbing Fiona's arm and dragging her to his room. Pointing at the bathroom. "Go look...you'll see. He...he...just go...he won't even look at me." She stammers out in shock.</span><br/><br/>Dustin himself, however, was just rationalizing the pain. Everyone hated him...even Fiona. It only made sense she would hate him. No one would ever understand him. No woman would ever like him. His mother's harsh and venomous words would ring out over and over in his mind. His vision was blurring a bit. He was still bleeding out into the tub water...the water running down the drain a bit yet was stained with blood. He just sat there. Staring at it like it made more sense than all of the world combined. "Fiona hates me...if she didn't before...she does now. I am too scared of her...too scared to let her help me with these wounds...wounds that travel deeper than anyone will ever know. How can you heal internal wounds? It makes no sense...like emotions make no sense...pain makes sense." He says outloud to himself. "Physical pain makes sense...it makes coping...easier." He was talking to himself but Fiona would be able to hear it. The maid however was too frantic to do so. "I wasn't hating Fiona...just scared of her...scared of her touching me. So many wounds too deep to see." he says in a strangely rhyming way.