Chapter 17 [2/3]

Percival carried me and brought me to the bathroom. There was a round ottoman sofa inside. He made me sit there before he took the first aid out.

While I watched him, I could see the large cut on his arm. It didn't seem too deep, but blood was still dripping out.

"Do something about yours first. You're still bleeding," I said while avoiding eye contact.

"Yeah? Okay. Give me a moment." He sat beside me and quickly cleaned his wound. After that, he wrapped it with a gauze bandage.

When he was done patching his wound, he stood up. He took a bathrobe and gave it to me.

"Change into that," he said.

I quickly nodded. I knew it would help us get a better look at the cuts.

He walked toward the door and stood there, with his head facing away from me.

I didn't have the energy to move, so I stayed where he left me and changed into the bathrobe.

"I'm done," I told him in a small voice.

Percival walked toward me and kneeled in