"I had to boil the water," he grumbled as he placed it on the bedside table with the other things. Edward hunted for his tools before he proceeded to sterilise each of the articles. Before long, I felt his hand clasping around my arm and the cool tip of a tool (that I didn't care to take a look at) probing at the damaged flesh. The burning in my arm increased as the ministrations grew and time wore on. I flinched here and there, but I kept my eyes fixed on Anthony, who was the only engaging thing in the room apart from the pain tearing at me.
To my relief, he too stared at me with those blazing eyes of his. Not even for one moment did he look away as my arm went through torture.
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"You're staying at the mansion from now on." The warning was clear.
"I don't understand, Boss. It's just a bullet," I reasoned lamely. We had been going over this argument for the past hour and had yet to come to a conclusion.
