16
We arrived downstairs.
I unbuckled my seatbelt and was about to leave the car when I heard a hissing sound. I turned around and saw that Jason's hand was bleeding.
I was so anxious that I blurted out, "Jason, let me take care of your hand."
"Mhm."
He had been to my place many times, so I did not think much of it. As soon as the door opened, I went straight to the first aid kit.
He sat on the sofa with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up. Only then did I notice that his arm was also injured.
"Does it hurt?"
"It hurts."
[...]
Boss, you did not know how to pretend, right?
As soon as the cotton swab touched his wound, he hissed. I was so nervous that I immediately lost control of my strength and hurt him again.
"Babe, it hurts."
[...]
Fine.
I got myself into trouble again.
Then, I lowered my head while cleaning his wounds carefully. This time, he finally stopped crying out in pain.
However, the boss seemed to be a little embarrassed.
"It's done."