After the nurse left, he looked at me and asked grumpily, "Where is the medication?"
I pursed my lips and quietly answered, "I'll do it myself. You should sleep."
He got up, totally ignoring me. He found the medication on the bedside table, and started squeezing the ointment onto his fingers.
Knowing that he was going to try and help apply it on me, I turned away and said once more, "I can do it myself."
But he had already pressed his palm on my neck. All I could do now was to tighten my lips and let him do what he wanted. It stung a little as he rubbed the ointment on me.
I frowned, moving in my seat a little.
"Does it hurt?" He asked quietly, and blew gently on my neck to relieve some of the pain for me.
"Nope!" I did this to myself, how could I complain?
"Try not to be so impulsive. Whatever you do, you have to know how to protect yourself."
I nodded and closed my eyes, not wanting to say anything.
After applying the ointment to me, he asked, "Does it hurt anywhere else?"
I shook my head and replied, "No."
Suddenly, my shirt was lifted, exposing the area on my stomach that had been kicked by Calvin earlier. My skin was like a canvas that had been painted with large bruises.
He looked at me, gritting his teeth as he asked, "It doesn't hurt?"
Seeing him like this, I didn't say anything because I felt that it was unnecessary for me to talk too much.
He squeezed more ointment out of the tube, looking as angry as ever as he checked other parts of my body for bruises. When he found that there were none, he wiped the remaining ointment off his finger and put the tube away. He then tucked me in before saying to me, "Rest well!"
I nodded and said, "Thanks!"
He narrowed his eyes and asked, "What are we?"
I tightened my lips. "Humans?"
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