(Zyrie)
Tristan and I were now here at the campus clinic, I do not why I am here and treating the cut on his lips. I got a disinfectant with my right hand and a applicator on the left and honestly, I am not sure if I am doing everything correctly or he is just being silent for me not to feel humiliated in case I am doing it in a wrong way. I looked on his face and he was smiling again, he looked cute on the first time you saw his smile but now I am irritated by it. I just nonchalantly put medicine on the wound and put a band aid, I suddenly think of Clyde, is he also treating his wound or knowing his personality, he would just leave it there?
"Why you keep on sighing?" he asked to me and I snapped and looked at him.
"Me? I am not." I plainly answered.
"You are sighing, you just did n
