He frowned at me, there was concern in eyes before he looked down. His eyes widened with horror as he gently pressed on my chest, I furrowed my eyebrows and looked down. My shirt was soaked in my blood, I sighed and took my shirt off. I grinned when the claw marks were healed, almost. "How come your's heal but mine don't?" Samuel asked.
I frowned, "I don't know."
We didn't dwell on it for long, Samuel simply shrugged and guided me to the bathroom. He sat me on the sink before searching through the closet for something, he returned a minute later with a first aid kit. He stood before me with a cloth, he dipped it in peroxide and started to lightly wipe my wounds. I smiled softly at him, his eyes were focused on my chest as he carefully maneuvered around my bra. He frowned before stopping,
