Hazel Michelson
“Will did you change your bandages”. I was still in his embrace. When I asked him.
“Oh baby its not the first time that I get a bullet or a dagger. And it won’t be last. So do not worry”. He replied by kissing on my forehead.
“what does that supposed to mean, that you did not change your bandages”. I questioned him with worry. Because there are more chances of infection, If was being careless with his wound.
“It means that I removed all the bandages”. He said smilingly by capturing my face in his hands.
“what the fuck? Why did you do it”? I asked him angrily. He was treating it like was mosquito bite not a bullet wound.
“it’s a small wound. It does not need bandages. I am not in pain so do not worry. And moreover these wound marks on my body are my proud so I don’t wanna heal them” he said with a proud on his face. Fucking man pride. Asshole. I cursed him in mind. Then I moved away from him.
William Rostov