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WILLOW

We were back inside the house in the room, I noticed that his hands were bleeding. I rush over to him and I grab his left arm.

"It's bleeding! Why didn't you say anything? I would have taken you to the hospital instead!" I say before I rush to the toilet. I open the cabinet and I grab the first aid kit.

I searched for some cotton wool and two other disinfectants.

"Give me your hands," I say and he obeys like a child. I gently clean up his wound and he stays silent. He probably got pierced by some sort of metal or nail.

I wrap it around on white the white bandage and I look up at him.

"You need to get a tetanus shot, your face is pale," I say as I run my thumb on his cold cheek.

"Are you sure you don't want me to contact the police? Look at where this has gotten to," He says and I nod my head.

"I don't wish to involve the police in this issue, we can just let it slide," I say and he moves his hand away.

"Is there something you are not telling me?" He asks.

"You are just overreac