"No, I draw."
The guy raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Isn't that the same thing?"
"No, it's not. Painting is more..." Adriel tried to find the right words. "It's more about mixing colors, canvases and stuff. Drawing is more about pencils and..." He trailed off, distracted by something small falling from the guy.
Adriel's gaze dropped to the ground, catching a dark red speck on the clean tiles. For a moment, he wondered if he was imagining it. Then he noticed another, trailing down from the guy's face.
"Your nose is bleeding."
The guy cursed under his breath and stood up, pressing his fingers under his nose.
As if on cue, the door to the doctor's cabinet opened and called out Adriel's name.
"Are you feeling a bit better now?" the nurse asked him as she pushed the wheelchair towards the door.
