"Where are we going?" I ask as soon as we're out.
"There's a first aid kit by the door," he says, stopping when we reach the door and taking the deep green box with 'FIRST AID' plastered on it in big white letters off its hook.
"Here," he hands me a bottle of antiseptic liquid and a cotton ball from the box and takes my phone off me so I can clean myself up.
I wet the cotton and try to feel for where my cut is, and the fact that it wasn't hurting made it even harder to pinpoint where it was. I continually wiped my lower back and checked the cotton ball to see it was clean, meaning I had wiped the wrong place.
Embarrassed, I look up at Xavier, under my eyelashes, who has an amused look on his face. "Would you like some help, Miss Davis."
"I mean only if you want to, otherwise-" he shut
