I was in the room, facing the mirror on the wall while I sat on the chair, and was trying to clean up the injury in my elbow when Aimes came into the room. Shirtless, but has his training shorts on. He didn’t say a word to me, I looked away when he entered, focused on having my elbow treated, but surprisingly he pulled a chair close to me, and took my hand. “Give me that, freckles.” He took the ointment from my hand, the cotton wool, gently cleaned the blood of my elbows, his hair fell to his eyes, and then he blew air from his mouth to the injury. The fact that he was so calm and focused made him look attractive, and I just couldn’t help but stare dreamily at him. He placed the plaster on the injury, dropped my hand on the table, and the next injury was on my knee. “You were supposed to wear that to protect yourself…” I scoffed as if he weren’t there when they attacked me with force. He did the same treatment on my knee. I watched him while he did that, wondering why he was
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