Translations:

S'il vous plaît ne me quitte pas! - Please do not leave me!

Nein, Frau. Ich muss gehen, ich bin nicht gut für dich. -

No, woman. I have to go, I'm not good for you.

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My rear still hurt as we rode down the dirt road, but I didn't complain. The medical clinic came into view, and Ludwig swung the car it an empty parking spot. We hopped out, and began to walk up the steps to the front door.

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The doctor made Ludwig wait in the reception area, while I was pulled to a room near the back. He began to examine me right away, having me remove my shirt for better access to my wound. I let out soft moans of pain as he pressed his fingers into it. He sighed, then, pulling his arms back and locking eyes with me. "Now, Ms. Bonnefoy. I know it's not just a coincidence that your wound is hand shaped. Is there anything going on at home? An abusive lover, maybe?" He asked, obviously hinting to Ludwig. I scowled, "No, my 'lover' is not abusive. It was an honest accident." I said, rather scornfully. He cocked a fuzzy eyebrow, "Accident? Ms. Bonnefoy, it's ok to tell me if something happened. We can help you." I felt my blood boil, "Are you even listening?! It was an accident! He didn't mean to hurt me!" I spat. He glared slightly, and you could see the frustration building in his eyes, "Ma'am, please, I'm only trying to help you." "Then write the damn prescription and let me leave! I'm not being 'Abused' 'Beaten' or hurt in anyway! I had an accident!" I yelled. He pursed his wrinkly lips for a moment, then grabbed his clipboard. He scribbled for a minute or so, tore the yellow sheet out, and handed it to me. I thanked him, then stormed out if the room into the reception area. Ludwig was leaned against the wall, relaxing his body. But, he snapped to attention as I entered. I walked over, grabbed his wrist, and yanked him out of the building, stomping to the car like I was a child. We slipped inside, and I finally decided to examine the paper the doctor gave me. It was a prescription for Vicodin and Midol. I growled, resisting the urge to rip the yellow sheet into a million pieces. Ludwig eyed me suspiciously, then started the car. Then, he spoke, "What happened?" He kept his eyes on the road, I kept my at my feet. "He wouldn't stop asking who beat me! I kept saying, over and over, it was an accident, I wasn't beaten. Then I had to explain to the quack that all I needed was the prescription." I twiddled my thumbs, embarrassed suddenly by my immature actions. "I kinda lost my temper with him..." I mumbled, my cheeks flushing. Ludwig threw his head back, letting out a deep laugh. I jumped, then glared at him."What's so funny?" He smiled, eyes still locked on the road, "You continue to surprise me, Frau. So feisty and bold, yet delicate and kind. You can stop a man in his tracks, sing sweet words, and wear those frilly dresses. Yet, you can still hold your ground, get your hands dirty, and drink whiskey better than any woman I've ever seen!" He laughed again. I fixed my eyes blankly on him. Then, I smiled, laughing with him. "I guess your right. but I'm not the only strange on around here. You seemed like a cold-hearted person at first." His face softened, eyes expressing a slightly remorse at the memory. "But you really have proved yourself to be a kind, gentle man. Your more of a softy than you'd like to admit." He pulled the car into the driveway of the Bonnefoy manner, parked, then locked eyes with me. "Inly you see this side of me." He sighed, glancing at the house, "And if your brother is here, I can't guarantee that you'll see this side of me then." I half-smiled, then crawled to the drivers side of the car. I straddled his lap, wrapping my legs around his clothed torso. I traced my hands up his cheek, pulling him to look me in the eye. I gave my softest smile, "Well, then, I'll make sure to protect you the best I can, ok?" I pecked his forehead. He wrapped his large arms around my waist, then connected my lips to his. After a minute of so, he pulled away. "That was my line, Frau." I laughed, then pulled away. I pushed the door of the car open, and hopped out.

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The house was quiet, stating that brother still wasn't home. I sighed, stepping inside just enough to were Ludwig could come in also. I turned to face him, catching those crystal blue eyes. Lurching forward, I latched onto his torso, wrapping my arms around the built figure. He held me in his arms, and I later my cheek on his pec. Leaning down to my ear, he whispered "Frau, I must now leave you." I gripped tighter, squeezing him impossibly close to me, "Thank you. Thank you for everything, Ludwig." I could nearly hear my heart crack in two, my chest pulling as though filled with lead. "No, Holly. Thank you, for showing me forgiveness for my ruthless sin..." He paused a moment, "Frau, do you want to know about that script." I nodded, keeping my head on his chest. He moved closer to my ear, his hot breath sending sweet chills down my spine, the thickly accent, deep, and oh-so seductive voice purred in his native tongue, " 'Bedauern für die Fehler der Vergangenheit.' ... Regret for mistakes of the past, meine Frau." it brought tears to my eyes, and I began to weep frantically, "Ludwig! Ludwig, je vous pardonne! S'il vous plaît ne me quitte pas!" I cried out in French, burying my face into his uniform. He held my tighter by each second, murmuring sweet nothings into my ear, before breaking my heart by mumbling, "Nein, Frau. Ich muss gehen, ich bin nicht gut für dich... No, Frau. I have to go, I'm not good for you." He pulled away suddenly, then turned, and left without another word, shutting the door behind him. I soon heard the familiar sound of a car backing out of the drive, then fading into the distance. The familiar sound of silence sank into my shocked body, and the warmth left my skin tingling with cold. I forced my body to trudge as far as the nearby couch, the collapsed with exhaustion. I had only known him one day, but he had stolen my heart, and marked me, mentally and physically. Thoughts of the blonde German. His voice, his face, his rough, big hands, the way he held me, the way he made love to me. And then his eyes, those big, beautiful, crystal blue eyes. They bore into me, causing my heart to wretch at even the thought. I was falling for him, the first man to ever hit me this hard. In my heavy daydreams, I somehow managed to cry myself to sleep. My thoughts turned into sweet dreams of the man who was shattering my slowly, Ludwig Beilschmidt.