33| Freya

I run to him when I hear him yelp in pain and grab his arm.

"It's bleeding, Rafe. Oh God, what to do." I cry as I see blood appearing on his white bandage.

I briefly glance up at him. When I see his face is grimacing I get it that it's indeed hurting him. Panic surges through me. I curse myself for being blinded by my anger and not remembering his current condition.

"It's okay." Rafe pulls his hand from mine, "It will stop. I think its just stitches got opened." He looks at the bandage then moves his hand down.

"Stitches?" I stare at him in surprise, "You got stitches? You said the wound is not serious." My pace of speaking becomes faster as my panic mounts, "You said you didn't get any injury. But you complained in the morning about muscular pains and now you're telling me that you even got stitches. You lied to me. You have got injuries because of the accident."

"I didn't lie to you." He narrows his eyes, "They aren't any serious. You don't have to worry." I know he's saying that