Dane lifts my hand to my shoulder height and seems to inspect it, turning it and further pressing up my back so he can look as close as possible for remnants of untouched burn. Despite no longer feeling it, I can see a blotchiness of red spattered over the back of my hand, making the surrounding skin look too pale and white. My entire hand and wrist are almost blue because he has frozen all life out of them, yet I obediently let him control my limb.
“We have burn cream in the first aid. I think it’ll be okay if we use that and keep it covered for the rest of the day.”
“I can do it.” I try for another go at escaping, but he doesn't move at all. He reaches for the nearby towel on the counter with the hand around my waist and then encircles me around the shoulder to dab at my left, dry it u
