In his suite, he placed me on the bed and got the first aid box, ready to attend to my injuries when I stopped him.
"I'll do it myself," I said weakly, refusing his touch.
"Are you sure you're strong enough for it?" He took my palm in his, a glint of pity in his eyes but I grasped my hand away from his with the little strength left in me.
I rolled my eyes away from him, wondering why he was acting considerate.
"Just leave me alone," I muttered and began the healing process. Touching just a part of my body, I healed the rest, and in no time, my skin was back to normal, the pain gradually fading.
Derek's eyes widen in glee, and a smile pulls up on his lips, "You did it."
I said nothing as I started to sit up, he immediately came to assist me and placed a pillow behind me.
"I can help
