“Nothing,” I said. “You really don’t need to do this…” I say, reaching for the cloth that he had placed on my head. My fingertips touched his and they froze.
“It’ll heal fast,” he said, keeping his eyes on mine. “But I don’t want it to get infected. Your father would have my head. I promised I would get you Elysium safely…”
Of course, he was doing this for my father.
I gave him a small smile and didn’t say anything more as he smeared some clear jelly on the wound. I was hoping the disappointment wasn’t showing on my face; and if it was, he didn’t point it out. He placed a bandage on my forehead and gave it one last look.
“What part of ‘stay out of trouble,’ didn’t you understand?” He then asked, narrowing his eyes at me.
He wasn’t seriously upset with me, was he?
“What?” I aske
