MINE TO BULLY
I need to know you’re actually okay too, not just performing okay for my benefit.
Something in his expression softened at that, and he nodded slowly.
Fine, he agreed. For you.
A nurse appeared moments later, insisting on examining him regardless of his protests, and I watched with tired amusement as he grudgingly submitted to having his own bruises and cuts documented and treated, wincing occasionally as she cleaned the cut along his wrist where the metal edge had bitten deep enough to draw considerable blood.
That’ll need a few stitches, she said, examining it closely. Nothing serious, but it shouldn’t scar too badly if we close it properly now.