I was trying to be a good friend. It was proving to be harder than I first thought. Being this close to Raven was driving me wild. I knew the girl was not mine. Fated mates were pretty rare now. But this girl had been a soft spot within my heart for years, despite her never seeming to look at me in that way. I tried to focus upon the cut I was supposed to be helping her with, instead of the unease that thought created. As I looked at the small cut, I realized that she was likely right. A cotton wool ball and some water would have been enough. But I wiped it with another antiseptic wipe, while Raven's eyes followed me.
"So, Doctor Niko. Am I doomed?" She said with a smirk.
I rolled my eyes. "Does your head hurt much?" I opted to ask the sensible questions I would ask anyone of the warri
