"Give me your hand," I looked for any unused cloth inside the car to wrap around his fists. I couldn't bear to see them bleeding until we arrived in the office.
If many eyes witnessed Lisandro's wounded hands, they would think that I was careless. That I wasn't capable of simple things like treating my boss' wounds.
"Stop acting like a stubborn kid," I then took his right hand and wrapped it with a clean cloth. It would help to stop the bleeding from being infected. I sighed and carefully handled it like it was a fragile, valuable gem.
The entire moment, he seemed quiet. He didn't utter a single word while he stared at me for minutes.
Oh holy, I can't take those deep gazes any longer! I could feel that he was striping me right now which seemed weird and awkward.
