I Hate You.

"How long have you been here?" 

He shrugs. "Some minutes. Or hours, I don't know." 

How the fuck wouldn't you know?

"Okay." I nod and hold his arm. "Let's get you to the hospital first."

"I said I'm fine." He tries to remove his arm from my hold but I just tighten the hold on him. 

"But I'm not!" I snap at him and stop. 

I take in a deep breath. "You come to my freaking street, looking all bloody and hazy, and you're telling me you're freaking okay?"

"I mean look at yourself! How am I not supposed to worry when you state you got into a fight because of me? How do you expect me not to worry when you're like this because of me??"

"It's not because of you." He explains. "I-" 

"Let's get to the hospital first. Let's see how everything pans out there." I turn around and walk towards the bus station again. 

"But-"