Rowan.
As soon as we stepped into the room, I used the intercom to call for a maid to bring me a first aid kit.
"It's fine, I'm not even that injured." Alessander said, as I ransacked the kit for anything of use.
"Shut up!" I snapped at him, "The wound is deep, it'll cause an infection if we're not careful. So just sit still and keep quiet."
He surprised me when he sat back on the bed and let me disinfect and then bandage his arm. Once I was finished, I turned to scold him some more.
"What were you thinking stabbing yourself?!" I pinched his temples, surprised he was letting me do any of this.
He held my wrist, and looked me in the eye, "They were disrespecting you, and in front of me too. It was either that or a shootout."
I huffed, "You're always like this, you think killing someone is the only way to get what you want, isn't it?"
"It's the most efficient." He inserted, scaring the shit out of me.
