Chapter 67 Taking care of his wound

Knock-Knock…

The knock on the door broke the trail of his thoughts. Vincent wrapped a towel around his waist before going out to open the door. He frowned slightly when he saw Olivia with a first aid box in her hands.

Olivia's eyes moved to his wounded arm, which was streaked with red. “I am here to treat your wound.”

“I can do that.”

“I know, but I want to.”

Olivia broke into the room, holding his wrist. She made him sit on the bed and then sat down next to him.

“You don’t have to be strong all the time. Let the others take care of you sometimes,” she said while opening the box and pulling out some cotton and a bottle of disinfectant. She sniffed and complained, “But you never let anybody touch you. You kept pretending to be okay.”

Vincent raised his eyebrows with amusement. Olivia didn’t behave like a playful, bubbly girl but like a sane one.

She poured disinfectant on the cotton and rubbed it on his wound to cleanse it.

“Hiss…” Vincent flinched, crinkling his brow.