"It's fine, it's healing," he said as he tried to pull his hand away from me.
But I wasn’t letting this go.
“It’s not healing. And if it is, it’s healing really, really slowly. You should have already been healed by now. Did the results come out? What did they say?”
“Listen, it’s healing, okay? And it was healing. I just got hurt today at the club. That’s all.”
My face fell. He must have gotten hurt when he was trying to save me on the dance floor. The realization hit me, and guilt tightened around my chest.
“Okay, just take good care of yourself. And why were you even drinking if you knew that you had this kind of wound? This is not something to take lightly. Did you take your medicine?”
“Yes, I did,” he answered slowly.
“How did you even take your medicine? With al
