Emily's POV
Upstairs in our bedroom, I felt completely tense. Tyler just kept staring at my arm. He had even added more ointment and cleaned the wound again. It wasn’t that deep, but he wouldn’t stop looking at it.
“I think you’re bleeding again,” he said.
“Tyler, it’s not bleeding,” I told him, holding up my arm so he could see. “I’m not bleeding, okay?”
He sighed, running a hand over his face. “I think we should call the doctor now.”
I shook my head. “It’s 10 p.m. already. And it’s not that bad. The first aid I got was fine. It’s… it’s really fine.”
Tyler didn’t respond right away. He just kept looking at me, his eyes full of concern. After a long pause, he said, quietly, “I’m sorry about what Skylar did to you. I mean…”
“It’s not her fault.” I swall
