No fucking way would I ever open my mouth to some gay fucker; that sounds like a really bad idea, so I squeezed my lips shut.
He took a deep sigh.
"Are you feeling dizzy? Your wound seems not to be bleeding..." He grabbed my wrist and appeared to feel for my pulse.
I tried to fling my hand away, but he gave me an ice-cold look, and besides getting even angrier, I endured. Better than opening my mouth in front of him with deliberation.
He looked away while counting my heartbeats, his fingers lingering on my wrist, and because of the silence in the room, I calmed down considerably.
I soon found no metallic taste again in my mouth and decided for myself that I would stop fighting this childish old woman.
After a minute or so, I finally made Henry release me.
"Jeyjey had fallen on the floor. Go down and help her up before my grandmother tries to." I wanted to say please, but I just could not be polite with him.