Delilah looked so frustrated as she pushed her hands free from my grip.
"Did you get this from the girl you visited?!" she yelled.
I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. "Delilah, it's just a cut. I'll be fine." I said to her.
But she didn't agree.
She scoffed and turned on her heel and returned back into her apartment. I thought she was done throwing a tantrum and I was about to enter my room when she returned.
And she carried the first aid kit in her hands.
Before I could react, she grabbed my wrist and forced me to sit.
"Sit," she said as she pointed to the couch.
"Delilah—"
"I said sit."
I sighed and did as she ordered. I already know that she's not someone that give up like that.
She kneeled in front of me, opening the kit, she then pulled out some antiseptic wipes.
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