Tamara's P. O. V.
"Am... ara!" He hisses in pain when I grab a cold bottle from the mini-fridge and keep it on his knuckles. I chuckle when he glares at me while applying the coldness on all of his knuckles. He plops down on the bed when I drag a wooden chair and sit in front of him. "Feeling better?" I tilt my head and fake a smile when he rolls his eyes, "No!" I shake my head and grin. His knuckles have swelled and there is still blood on them and the bottle.
Without saying much, I get up to get the first aid kit and letting his gaze following me. "Where are you going?" He calls me out when I grab the kit and walk back in. I plop down in front of him, setting the kit on the table. He frowns down at that pinkish-orange pouch and then at me, raising his brow. "What's that?" I snort, "...
