Otatso Wetlands I'm getting Hickeys from my Bedbugs

This woman seemed so caring, so selfless. Clearly she was struggling with something, and had been for a while. In her, Taikon saw himself. A disturbing image looked back at him as she poured herself out to him, though he had done nothing to deserve her trust. She confided in him.
He raped me. He stood there, stunned. It was as if she had hit him with a brick to the head, only there was no physical force to make him fall over. He was dumbfounded. His blood ran cold. He stopped breathing. His toes grew numb. He opened his mouth, but said nothing. He listened, not realizing that a small muscle in his foot was spasming harmlessly, thumping.
He didn't feel right moving closer to her, but he wanted to be somehow...smaller. So he lay down, dazed. He wanted to be angry, and slowly it came; his ears heated up like he had pressed them against hot sand. Oh my god, was all he could say, furious, disturbed, and clueless how to comfort her. How could.. he stopped himself from speaking further, trying to collect himself. What she did not need was him imploding on her. He didn't know what she needed, but it wasn't that. His breath was quick, but he pushed out an exhale, blinking a few times and looking at her, forlorn.
I can't believe you've gone through this. You're.. He looked at her paw, for though she had hidden it, he knew that this was her pain. She had realized it from her trauma. He wanted to tell her she was incredible, that she was a fierce warrior for fielding this. Her tears kept him from it. They weakened his resolve. What can I do? He was looking up at her from his lowered position, his ears flat with her anguish. She was a new person. She was a person worth more than what had been done to her. He wanted to help, wanted to fix it.