A fuck up.
Fred kept her grip for a moment, wanting to be stubborn and make her point but the fuel of the raging angry fire that boiled in her belly was taken away. Like he was made of ice, Fred let go of Leifs wrist and stared into his eyes.
"Every single terrible thing that has happened to me, is because I was too busy putting my safety, my wants, my needs aside for someone else so I could take care of theirs. So, my apologies for being a fuck up, Duke, and apologies for accepting what I thought was help," Fred took a step back, stumbling slightly and pausing when the room spun.
It was a wobbly step, but she moved to exit the room, "careful of your wounds, don't sleep on your stomach and have a nice life." She glared before taking a step away and removing the jacket she had on over her shirt, "by the way, this is yours," she threw it on the ground, "I borrowed it." before she continued walking out of the room.