"Oh. You need to eat as well and those wrists should be taking care. Does it hurt?" I inform him, feeling strange dishing out instructions to him.
"Babe, like hell," he confirms.
I knew it is because it looks terrible. I hope it's not infected by any bacteria that could harm him. Because five days without any medical treatment, bacteria could have spread over his flesh and the bones might be setting out of place too.
"Let me take a look on it," I peel myself out of his vice grip.
He grumbles but still releases me. I stand up, I put my hand out to him, and he looks up at me with a small smile before taking it and lifting himself from the floor.
We walk quietly up the stairs and back to the master suite.
"Get in the tub," I order quietly, pointing at the tub.
"Are you making demands?" His eyebrows rise.
He finds the reversal peculiar too.
"Yeah, since you are stubborn child," I nod towards the bath.
