"Your wound needs attention,” she said as they both walked into the living room.
No one was home yet, and the whole place was quiet.
“I'll be fine,” he grunted and tried to walk away.
“I'll help you,” she muttered and he looked up at her face without saying a word.
They both stepped into his bedroom and he sat on the couch as she grabbed some first aid kits from the drawer.
She sat on the couch handle and tended to his bruised lips, using a cotton wool ball and surgical spirit.
He let out a whimper as she tended to his bruises tenderly.
“I'm sorry,” she whispered with one hand holding up his forehead.
“Hmm,” he mumbled.
“You were amazing out there today,” she said softly.
He kept silent and she looked into his eyes and let out a chuckle.
“You know, your family may not see the g
