ARIA’S POV
I rushed upstairs to grab the medical kit from the bathroom cabinet, my hands shaking a little. Jasper was still sitting there by the table, back hunched like it really hurt. I felt so guilty. I was the one who bumped into him. If I hadn’t been so clumsy none of this would’ve happened.
When I got back he had already pulled his shirt up over his head. His back was bare and I could see the swelling starting to form right where he’d hit the table. It looked bad, all red and puffy, even though I knew werewolves healed fast. Still, it was going to ache for the next few hours at least.
“Hold still,” I said softly, kneeling behind him. I opened the kit and pulled out the ointment and some bandages. My fingers brushed his skin and it was so warm. I blew gentle air on the swollen spot
