THIRTY ONE

I gently put a piece of white gauze on Kane's injured wrist. The man winced in pain as he looked at my face fiercely. I knew he must be warning me not to push too hard when I squeezed his injured hand. But this man was really spoiled and careless. If I didn't wake up and find him covered in blood, I'm sure he wouldn't be able to treat the wound on his own.

I immediately wrapped a bandage around his wound and after that I gave a short kiss on his injured hand. Childish, I know that. But when I was young, my mother used to do this to make me stop crying if my hands bleed or my knees bleed after playing with my friends. Now I'm doing it to Kane to get him to stop moaning like a big whiny baby.

"What really happened? Why did your hand hurt like this?” I asked him after I finished cleaning up all the mess he made. I threw the glass from the bottle he broke into the trash. I have also mopped the floor which was previously very dirty from the