"Come on Emily." He coaxes.
"N-no, it hurts." I say as he sighs deeply, scratching his chin.
"Fine, just let me hold your arm."
"Why?"
"Because I want to see the wound."
"You can already see it." I continue to hold my arm to myself, not quite sure if I can trust him.
"No I can't, I want to see what bandage I should put on it."
"...fine." I hold my arm out, keeping my breath in as he grabs me gently with his hands. His touch is so smooth and soft, I can't help but feel the butterflies once again fly from my stomach to my heart. I lower my eyes as he continues to examine it.
"Okay, it looks like it should have a gauze instead of just a bandage, so we don't get the sticky parts over the the scratches."
"Okay, that's fineeeeAHHHH!" I pull away in agony after he swipes the wa
