"Stop moving so much or I can't... John stop!" Talia sternly yelled when he wouldn't let her clean his wound— more so touch him.
"John, stop wriggling like a child." Jephthah managed to say. He was on the bed, his knee drawn up, his other leg stretched out Infront of him. His face was shielded with the back of his palm, while his other hand was lying across his bare stomach where a bandage was wrapped around to enable him heal faster
His voice was strained and croaky, he was too weak so he didn't bother raising his head .
"I want that chic with the gorgeous lips to tend to my wounds." John wined, politely refusing Talia's attempt to clean his wound and bandage it.
Talia's brows furrowed.
"Ugh! You're such a conceited whore. We're in the middle of a serious situation, and all you care about is hitting on her."
Liliana came in at that moment.
"I brought extra bandages." She said as she walked in, sitting on the space beside John.
