Holding Celeste gently and closer to his body, he brought her inside his bedroom, laying her down by the edge but she was quick enough to get up and sit straight, hanging her legs down by the corner of the bed.
“Keep lying, you need to rest.”
Charlie ordered her walking inside the bathroom and grabbing a first aid kit.
He walked out, only to see Celeste hopping on her sprained ankle and getting inside the closet.
“Where are you going?”
He asked in an tone that was higher than his voice’s usual octave.
Celeste felt startled turning around, as she looked at Charlie, holding out a first aid kit for her.
She didn’t know why she wasn’t simply willing to listen to what Charlie had to say and was asking her to do.
She was used to of going against him and doing the exact opposite of what h
