Adam was stunned to see her holding the back of his shirt firmly in her grip. He tried to move but she still didn't let go, instead made her grip tighter on it.
He was amused by her actions. His anger slowly dissipated.
"What now?" He asked her sternly.
Her head was lowered and he couldn't see her expressions but could feel the hand holding his shirt tremble a little.
"You need to disinfect your wounds, Sir." She replied demurely.
"Who's your Sir?" He asked her back with a raised eyebrow. 'I hate it when she calls me by that title.'
"You can fire me if you want but you have to treat your wounds, now. It's not good to leave them like this, they could get infected.
"And what does it have to do with you?" He scoffed.
Stella raised her head and when she did, Adam felt all his rationality going out of the window. Her eyes were teary and she was biting down on her lower lip hardly as not to allow any whimpering sounds escape her lips.
