I was surprised to see the surgeon stretch his hand helpfully. I must be mad if I accept his handshake, like for Christ's sake, who does he think I am? one desperate girl or something? I wondered dreadfully.
I slapped away his outstretched hand murmuring as I did so.
"Get your hands away from me, you must be crazy to think that I will actually grab your hand for support," I spat.
Norman's hand remained stretched as he hoped that I might change my mind and grab it for support. He must really have been mad to even think about that in the first place.
Removing his hand, he managed his way to his seat. Although I kind of felt bad seeing him behave as such, my heart was gladdened especially as I didn't accept any help from him.
There is no way I am ever going to accept any help from h
