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Edited: 17/10/21

Being back at her roommates friends apartment, shouldn't have over ridden Blair with stress amongst everything else. Maybe most of her negative feelings came from being home alone, with the people she spoke to being at work.

The twenty three year old believed good was going to come of the past week and a bit. Then again maybe she was being dramatic and pessimistic, after all she had never seen on the news that anything bad had come from stitching up a vigilante. Then again, it wasn't a common hobby and not one she had volunteered for, rather she had accidentally stumbled upon such a hobby — she had Claire go blame for that.

To distract herself from the incoming doom of emotions, Blair was in her pointe shoes, working on practicing a dance that she had to have memorised by Wednesday. Her long hair pulled at her head in its pony tail, causing mild pain that she opted to ignore. She simply had to learn that routine and if that meant skipping meals then so be it.

Blair had battled anorexia and bulimia most of her life. It was a battle she often found herself relapsing to all and it all began because of dance.

There was a lot of pressure on her to have the perfect body and due to that she risked her health for it. She knew everything she was doing. Blair knew the risks and the people she could hurt because of it but she was far to deep to car.

Her father hadn't bothered to give her support, instead he had shouted at her for 'waisting' food. Her mother sat night after night with her, offering her everything she could as she tricked the girl into eating and gave her comfort. 

Mary Rose Leeds showed no anger to her daughter. But she went ballistic at the dance teacher, leading to the woman getting fired for causing ten years olds to have eating disorders.

'Mike' seemed to have a thing for scaring Blair.

When she finished her final hour of practice she looked up to see the vigilante tapping against the window.

"Is this another 'the less you know' situations?" Blair asked, grabbing the first aid box out of the kitchen as well as two glasses of water. "Claire's on a later shift, so you're stuck with me."

Blair placed the box on the sofa and placed down the two glasses, before offering her hand to the man. He'd know, some how. 'Mike' took her hand and allowed her to lead him to the sofa.

"Better you then me." 'Mike' mumbled, painfully as he took a seat on the leather sofa, pulling the black top off.

Blair stood in front of him, blue rubber gloves covering her hands and the first aid kit being opened. "So, what happened?" She asked, fishing out the things she needed to sort out the man.

Blair watched 'Mike' as she cleaned his wounds.

"Kidnapping."

"Wow, please sound more bored." She commented lowly. She muttered out an apology after realising he could hear her comments. "So, do you just like jumping into knife fights?" Blair asked, trying to redeem herself as she came to sit on the sofa in order to work on the blood dripping down his shoulder.

"I like saving people from people that are causing harm."

"Eh, I think you're sadistic and trying to reason with yourself." Blair told him, putting the needle through his shoulder after getting rid of the blood and disinfecting the cut. "I get it, people don't want to be bad so it's only human to weigh the bad against the good."