That Painful Feeling

It was a bad cut. Multiple gashes, different places; it's like I squeezed a glass bottle too hard, and its shattered pieces pulled a martyrdom on me. 

Took a while for the bleeding to finally stop, and yes, it seriously stung as bad as it looked, still though… I had experienced worse, much, much worse. Strangely enough, that didn't exactly help assuage Adalia's guilt much.

I kept us drifting, swimming - this wasn't going to stop our time together - but as much as she tried, as much as wanted to, she couldn't stop herself from staring at my wounds, my hand intertwined with hers. It was all she could think about, I could see it, to the point that I even knew what was on her mind next before she even had a chance to act upon it.

"Don't say you're sorry again," I said, barging ungraciously into her deep contemplation. "I know you want to be, I know you feel like you should be, but then how long will you stay sorry for?" 

"Until… you feel… better…"