"Come on, let's fucking get your wound healed," Naomi said looking at Ryan's forearms.
"Ah, these..." he hid them on the other side, "It's nothing. They will heal on their own."
"Tch. show them to me," Ryan shook his head, Naomi pulled her hand forward, he still refused, "Just who me!"
She grabbed his arms and pulled them from behind him, she held Ryan's right forearm in her hands, slowly observing them.
"Oh my god, you are hurt badly. We should meet doctor Mary,"
As soon as those words escaped Naomi's mouth, Ryan felt a feeling of fear around his heart.
"N- n- no. I will just consume some blood and they will heal," he pulled his arm behind his butt again.
"Don't be silly, let's go to the"
"No, Naomi. I really am fine. I have been injured more severely than this bruise. This is nothing,"
Naomi sighed. She gave up. She lifted her eyes, "Do you have blood with you then?"
