"What are you doing?" He asked with a hard voice and stern eyes. She tried twisting her hands out of his tight grip, but was unsuccessful. "I was just checking…" She mumbled, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment from being caught. His left eyebrow raised and shook his head. "Don't be so nosy." He lightly teased her and released her hands. She sighed and bit down her bottom lip. She stared at him with a hard scowl as she contemplates on prying further. He sighed and pulled edge of his tank back down to cover his bloody and messy wound. However, catching a glance of his injury, she couldn't hold back her concern anymore. "Why aren't you healing? I thought you have fast healing powers." She asked as her fingers lightly held onto his arm. He rolled his eyes and sighed; he knew she would eventually ask. Unfortunately, he didn't come up with a pliable excuse yet. "I don't know. Don't worry about it." He curtly said, which was somewhat true. He didn't exactly know why his wounds weren't healing, but he had a theory. "How can I not worry about it, about you? Do you see how bad your wound is?" Her voice wavered as she asked, eyes glimmering under the moonlight of the forming tears. He felt like his stomach dropped from the guilt; he didn't mean to sound so cold. She could feel tears pooling at the rim of her eyes, so she looked away to avoid looking overly sensitive to the situation. She hated looking weak and emotional in front Derek, especially when he was the one in pain. Derek bit the tip of his tongue and reached out to hold her hand. "Babe, I'm sorry. I don't want you to worry. But I will eventually heal. I hate that I keep worrying you and the stress you have to deal with." He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, hoping to convey his guilt to her. She inhaled deeply and blinked back her tears. She forced a smile on her lips and turned to him. "I hope you heal soon. I don't like when you're hurt. I never know when they'll take you away from me." She softly whispered and laid beside him. Her arms lightly rested on his chest, just above his wound. "They won't. I won't go down without a fight." He chuckled and pressed a kiss into her hair. She smiled and snuggled closer, careful of his wound and tenderly patted his chest with her hand. "Get some rest." She whispered and closed her eyes, trying her best to push her worries aside.