There was no time, Athea," he came up with an execution which I couldn't accept.
"What if you got an infection from this wound? Don't you think this is you being extremely careless?" I asked him with creased eyebrows.
"I'm sorry," he lowered his head.
"I won't forgive you this time. You've done too much already," I looked at him. He did not raise his head afterwards.
I slightly pressed the cotton wool with disinfectant spread on it on his wound. His face twisted because of the slight pain it caused. I leaned and blew on the would reduce the pain.
"What about a kiss instead? It wouldn't hurt if you kiss me," he said.
I looked at him with a frown then replied, "You don't deserve that much."
