ALLISON:
I looked away, completely speechless. My throat felt tight because I knew exactly what he was doing; if I spoke, he would just find a way to turn it into a joke.
When he realized I wasn't going to respond, he stayed quiet too. He walked over to the wardrobe, knelt down, and pulled open a bottom drawer to grab a first-aid kit. Standing back up, he walked straight toward me.
"Hold still," he murmured, dropping to one knee. He set the plastic box on the floor and popped the latch open.
"I don't want you treating me," I snapped, keeping my glare fixed on the wall.
"I'd be a pretty cruel person if I just left you bleeding after seeing you hurt." He shot me a quick glance before pulling out a ball of cotton and a bottle of antiseptic solution.
"I mean it, Logan. I don't need your
