"Come here," he patted on a spot on the bed that was directly in front of him. I saw that he had placed some cotton, gauze and spirit on the bedside table.
I did as he asked and found himself sitting in front of him. My eyes curiously devoured the older man's face, trying not to miss even a single feature that could help me deduce further on his character and position.
"Show me your arm, dear," he asked me soothingly. I rolled up the arm of my shirt and saw that I couldn't reach it over the wound. I winced as I felt the uncomfortable pressure over my wound.
