Silas's POV
I didn't want to show my weakness to anyone, but when Damon was applying ointment to my bruises, it hurt like hell. It was unbearable, but I endured it.
When he was done, I realized that I had unknowingly gripped his thigh. My eyes were filled with tears, so I quickly withdrew my hand and wiped them away.
"See? It hurts, doesn't it? So why were you lying and saying it didn't?"
Of course, I didn't want to show anyone that I was weak, so I stayed silent. Damon stood up, grabbed my jacket and T-shirt, and handed them to me.
"Here, wear this."
I quickly put on my clothes, but even raising my arms or moving slightly made the pain worse. Once I was dressed, I stood up to leave, and Damon returned to his desk.
"I'll take my leave now," I said.
Just as I was about to step out, Damon walked over to me with a box of cookies in his hand, which he had grabbed from his desk.
"Eat this."
