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As the sound of the pained scream filled the apartment Terence froze on his spot on the couch. In the next moment, however, he was practically leaping up to his feet and bounded towards the kitchen, getting there in just a couple of seconds.
"Stella! What happened?! Are you okay?!!" he yelled at the girl, who he could now see was laying on the ground, the sizzling frying pan steaming only a foot or so away from her. He thought he saw a glimpse of something furry on her when he ran around the corner but he quickly shook the thought off.

In another moment he was kneeling down next to her, picking the hot veggies off of her and taking a look at her skin where the food and oil had touched her. She was practically soaked in the burning liquid, and Terence looked up at her face, her watery, pain-filled eyes and felt a stab of pain himself. He hated seeing her in any kind of pain and he would do anything to keep that look out of her eyes.
In one swift motion, he gingerly picked her up into his arms and carried her out of the kitchen, making sure to click the stove off before he did so. Trying not to touch the skin that was reddened he took her back to the bedroom, wanting to take care of her burns before they got serious.
"We need to take care of your burns right away," he said in a serious, business-like voice as he set her down onto the large bed against the far wall of his room.

He leaned down close to her and rubbed his fingers under her eyes, wiping away the tears that were forming there.
"You've got to be more careful..." he sighed, the words sounding like a scolding but not meant with that intention. Kissing her forehead he told her quietly, "We need to get your clothes off sweetie, so that we can fix you up."
His voice was soft and calm, and he only ever used cutesy nicknames like "sweetie" in situations such as these.
Her pants were hit the most by the oil but he could see that there still was some soaked through her shirt.
And he slipped his fingers under the hem of her sweater, tugging it off and setting it to the side, quickly moving on to her pajama pants and slipping them off as carefully as he could.
He winced as he looked down at her bare skin, the usually pale flesh now a painful bright red. His next move was to get to the bathroom connected to the room and grab disinfecting wipes, aloe vera cream, and a soft rag, wetting the rag before coming back into the bedroom.

Immediately Terence knelt down on the floor in front of Stella and set to work; delicately dabbing at the red skin with the cool rag, just as carefully wiping at the wounds with the wipes, then applying the aloe vera. He hoped it was helping her pain, but obviously the burns would continue to hurt until they healed completely.
After finishing rubbing in the cream on the last burn, he looked back up at Stella's face, hoping to see less pain in her emerald eyes.
His fingers continued to rub caressing circles close to the worst burns on her thighs, hoping the soft touch would soothe her.
"How is that?" he asked her finally, the first words he had spoken since he had set to work on her injuries.
He couldn't help how upset he was, how protective he was over her. It was just part of his nature.