VIVIAN
I didn’t know what upset me more: the fact that Jesse was suturing his own wound at the kitchen table, or the fact
that he refused to even look at me.
I sat across from him, squirming in my seat, not because his at-home surgery was freaking me out, but because it looked painful, and he wouldn’t let me come anywhere near to help.
Jesse winced as he applied antiseptic.
I reached out to him. “Please, just let me—”
“No.”
It was difficult to breathe past the sticky lump lodged at the back of my throat. I hadn’t been able to stop shivering since we got back. I wasn’t cold, just nervous. My body couldn’t tell the difference.
He winced again while trying to apply his own bandage. No surprise. Conducting medical care with one hand was difficult to begin with. Being both doctor and pa
