“You shouldn't be here,” I said quietly.
“You do have a sharp tongue, this one.” He moved closer.
I looked up then turned my gaze away.
“I am sorry, didn't mean to …” My words trailed.
His eyes dropped to my hand. “You're taking too long to heal.”
I froze. “What?”
“The cut.” He pointed toward my finger, puzzled. “You've been holding that gauze against it for several minutes.”
I swallowed. “It's not usually like that.”
“Well, that's not what I asked.”
I looked away when I noticed that he was watching me too closely.
“I suppose I'm just tired or it is just adrenaline.” I replied.
“You've been tired since you came here?”
“Yes.” I sighed. “Not really."
I didn't know what he wanted from me and the fact that he was standing right there made me kind of confused and out of sorts.
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