Lillie

I try to be quiet so it doesn't show how it makes me feel to have him so close when we're alone. I avert my gaze and fix it on his shirt; the side of his shoulder is wet. His wound is bleeding again. It has yet to heal.

-Do you have a first aid kit with the necessary equipment to make a cure? -I ask without taking my eyes off his shoulder.

He nods. With a deep sigh he turns away from me to look for the necessary material. He disappears as he enters a doorway and takes a minute to return. He brings with him a box that is more equipped than the previous one. He sits down in an armchair and leaves the box on the coffee table. I have no choice but to walk over and take a seat next to him. I proceed with my work; I clean the wound again, apply some cream for the pain and inflammation and cover it at the end. He only has his eyes on me, as if I am the only thing he can observe.

I finish and try to get up to move away, but he grabs my forearm to stop me. His eyes don't leave my sight,