STAHD 37

Hace was busy and only came home once. It became a routine for him to wake up early and I was worried when he left again. There was another time when I caught him cleaning his wound on his arm. I was surprised to see him cleaning his hand that had a wound in the bathroom. It was an easy day and I felt like urinating, but it receded when I saw him. He tried to let me out, but I was stubborn to help him heal his wound. Even my hand was shaking.

"Why didn't you go to the hospital, and you're still here at home straight away. You might run out of blood," I looked at the blood flowing from his arm down to the tiled floor of the bathroom.

"I'm okay, it's just a bullet."

" What's that? Just take a look at yourself. You are pale and your wound..” My voice weakened and I just looked at the wound he was treating. It's really good that he didn't get scolded and was just plain. I raised my eyes in tears when he held my hand.

" I'm okay, stay away from me. Go back to sleep." But I stayed.

Afte