As if suddenly remembering something, she abruptly asked, "Eames, are you unwilling to reconcile with me because you're afraid of donating blood to me again? You don't need to donate anymore. I've found five people across the country who can give me blood, and I get transfusions every month."
"Just come back. You don't need to do anything."
Seeing that I remained unmoved, she approached me again, reaching out to touch my neck.
I took a step back and swatted her hand away.
"Don't touch me with those filthy hands of yours. It makes me sick just looking at them."
She looked crestfallen for a moment. "Eames, I'm sorry for what I did to you. I apologize. But Fintan and I have separated. From now on, I'll only love you."
Seeing that I was still unmoved, she pulled out an eyebrow trimmer from her bag. "Eames, you said filthy things, so I'll help clean them up."
She began scraping at her hand, instantly turning it into a bloody mess.