#Chapter144
When it Rains, it Pours
/"Hey, calm down, man,/" Milo interjected. /"I need to concentrate. Her tat has tiny details, and I can’t do that of you are snarling over there./"
Forrest huffed before he jerked to stand up and storm out of the room, leaving only a loud bang as he slammed the door shut behind him.
/"Damn, that was cold./"
/"Great,/" I muttered bitterly. /"We won’t talk to me again. Ever./"
/"He has huge respect over women, Megan. Don’t be too hard on yourself. He’ll get over it and apologize. Just have a little faith in him./" The buzzing stopped.
/"Is it done?/"
/"Yes. Let me put on a clean bandage. You just have to keep it clean and dry. I will give you an antibacterial cream. And don’t scratch it, okay?/"
/"Thanks./"
/"Can I ask you something?/"
/"If it’s about Forrest. Don’t bother./" I stood up from the bed and fixed my shirt.
/"Nope. It’s about the date on your tat./"
