He takes the time to bandage my head and all, and then he comes around and crouches beside the couch and takes up my hands and starts cleaning the blood from them.

"See? It's not as bad as you thought, after all." If it was worse, he would have insisted on calling a medic, or in a worst case scenario, an ambulance. "Head wounds. They bleed a lot, but it's hardly anything at all."

I close my eyes while he cleans my hands, but then I can feel him glaring at me, so I squint one eye open to peer at him. "Honestly?"