A calm quietness fell between them as Julie ran his hands under the faucet, watching the water turn a deep red before going down the drain.
It was time to clean the wound and the position they were in was now uncomfortable.
Jotham leaned against the counter and pulled her close until she was standing in between his legs. She tried to move away but he held onto her.
“You’re a doctor. Will you let your personal prejudices keep you from treating a patient?” His smirk matched her glare.
“Come on Julie, you don’t want me bleeding out here and dying.”
Her resolve melted and she started to mend his wounds. “You should’ve thought about that before you decided that punching a mirror was the best course of action.”
He smiled because something about her little pout and her scolding him showed that she still cared about him.
“I knew I could smell desperation in the air.” A gruff voice suddenly spoke from the door and the two of them looked up to see the new person who had just stepped in.
It was
