He locked the door again. I watched him as he gestured for me to sit on the toilet seat. I obliged and continued watching as he picked the bag up and poured the contents into the sink. "I'm guessing my Maria smelled the blood or saw the wound on your face." He muttered. "I'm Gerald, by the way." He mentioned, turning his head slightly to the side and giving me a cheerful smile.
I offered a small smile towards him. "Nice to meet you, I'm Caleb." I greeted. He smiled at me and held up a damp washcloth. "Can I clean your wounds?" He asked, his eyes showing nothing but care and worry. I nodded my head as he started dabbing the cloth gently against my face. I winced a few times and bit back the tears that were pooling in my eyes.
"I'm sorry. You should start healing soon." He muttered. I shoo
