Ignazio
I followed Danica into my bathroom. When we entered, I couldn't help but think about the questions that would follow.
Danica would want to know how I got the wound, and I wasn't sure how much to reveal. Left for me, I would have preferred that she didn't know. She was like the light in my dark world, but wishes weren’t horses.
I would have preferred to tend to my own wound, even if she didn’t want me to call the doctor. I know how to use the first aid kit to clean and dress up wounds. But, I know Danica wouldn’t let me, she was hell-bent on treating me herself. A part of me loved that she cared about me, but the big part of me was scared of what was about to happen.
Danica watched me with concern etched on her face, but I could see the curiosity in her eyes.
As I pulled off
