“Then why are you acting a damn fool.” She scolded him.
“You’re right, Mary. I lost control there for a minute, it can’t happen again.” Grant went to stand, but the pain shooting through his body made him sit back down.
“Something wrong?” She glared over at him, not realizing the pain that he was in at that moment in time.
“It’s nothing.” He looked down at his hand, it was covered with his blood, the wounds had opened up again. “Is there more to the story?” He winced in pain again this time feeling faint.
Mary took a hard look at Grant, his demeanor had changed, his face was pale, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. She leaned over the table, seen that his hand and shirt was covered in blood. “Oh my god!” She exclaimed. “You’re hurt!”
“It’s none of your concern,” he replied coldly
