Memories

I was going to ask the head maid but I stumbled on Alex on my way. He saw my bloody hand and his brows arched in shock. He gripped me by the shoulder impulsively and wheeled me around to face him.

I threw an elbow aiming for his neck and he gave up. He raised his hands up and said, "easy! Easy, easy ma'am… it's me… Alex…. I just wanted to check your wounds, what the fuck happened!?" He yelled in concern.

The concern in his voice melted my heart. I turned around and he saw the bloody hand. "Fuck!" He yelled and dragged me along with my good hand.

We walked into some random room that had white paintings and decor. He shoveled out a green box from the cupboard which was a first aid kit.

“Don’t worry, I can handle myself.” I said sternly and made to get the kit from him but he refused and willed me to a seat.

I tried to object but he held me with his strong arms and sat me down. He beamed with a warm smile when I frowned at him.

Sighing, I just relaxed and let him do it. Afterall I do