Helanie:
"Why are you staring at me like that? Come on, take off your shirt and sit with your back facing me," he insisted, and the way he said those words made my stomach twist into a knot.
"No!" I frowned, "No! That would be weird," I hissed.
"Then let me get a doctor for you, but since it's late and in two hours, it will be midnight, I don't think anyone would come here. How about I ask your mother for you? Do you want me to—" he was so clever, he knew I would never ask for my mother's help. I'd rather let the wounds get infected and die than ask her for help.
"You know I'll never ask for her help, right?" I placed my hands on my waist, annoyed by his insensitivity.
"Hey, don't be angry. I was just making a point. You have a fever, which already means you need to clean that wound. Let me do it. I'm your trainer. I've seen wounds before, and I know how to treat them," he was trying so hard to convince me, but he was missing just one point.
