Michelle
Barry looked tired. He wiped vigorously at the sweat on the back of his neck. I glanced down at his large knuckles, noticing they were slightly red and bloodied. I huffed and stood, walking over to one of the cabinets to find the first aid kit. Without wasting any time, I sat opposite him, opened the kit, and pulled his hand towards me.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
I shook my head, hissing slightly. "Whether or not the blood is yours, at least let me get it off," I said. "There’s a reason I’m not an actual doctor and opted for psychology instead. Too much blood makes me uncomfortable." I noticed the look of surprise on his face.
"Do you think he's going to like the way you do this?"
I shook my head. "He can like whatever he wants," I said with an eye roll. "At least you sh
