*HEART'S POV*
I was walking down the stairs when I heard a sound of shattered glass or something so I went to the place where the sound derived and saw Xzavier covering his hands with white cloth and his eyes were about to pop out of its sockets.
"What happened?" I asked with a hint of concern. Of course who wouldn't?
"None of your business." He said in a cold tone. I was pissed off by how he acts towards me but just shrug that off and pulled him out of the kitchen and went to the living room and took the first aid kit.
"What are you doing?" He asked me, pissed off. I hate the guts of this guy! I am helping him yet his acting this cold and aloof personality!
"Just give me your wrist cause it's bleeding!" I slightly raised my voice at him. It's because of how he acts okay?
"I'm fine." He avoided his gaze and he hid his wrist away from me. What the hck?
"If you won't let me treat that wound, you will lose all your blood because you wound is in your wrist and do you want that to happen huh? Do you want to die? Well if that's so, well okay." He widened his eyes and looked at me scared. I tried to hold back my laugh so that he would let me treat his wound.
"Fine. One minute." I looked at him even more shocked. What's with the time? Why is he timing me? The hck?!
"Why are you timing me?", I asked him. "Time is ticking." He answered. I was pissed off and pushed the cotton harder and he winced in pain. "What the fvk is wrong with you?!" He growled at me while squinting his eyes. I wish I can pluck those out of their sockets. Grr!
"Don't cuss on my face!" I shouted back at him. "Don't push the cotton harder if you want to live in my place!" He shouted at me, again. 'Oopps! I forgot who I was talking to. Hehe my bad.'
"Done." I said as i cleaned the area, he stood up and left me without uttering a word. Without saying thank you. So rude! Arrgh!!!