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“There’s no rush to get up,” he says.

“You can’t be comfortable,” I say. “I am so sorry to have put you in this position—”

“Don’t,” he says. “Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault you got hurt. I’m just glad I happened to be here tonight.”

I shake my head. This is a nightmare. He must hate me.

Carefully, slowly, I risk a glance at my finger. It’s covered in a bandage, all wrapped up. Not a drop of blood in sight. There aren’t even any bloody paper towels or anything.

“Everything’s in the waste basket,” he says, likely noticing the way I’m looking all around. “I’ll take it out later, so you don’t have to see it.”

“That’s really kind of you,” I say, “but it’s my job to do these things. I’ll be fine, I’m sure.”

His body moves as he shakes his head, I think. I’m afraid to turn around and look at him. “Allow me to help you in this way.”

The way he says it, all rough and stern, has me nodding automatically. “Okay, yeah, sure. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

I’m determined to stand up. He hurri
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