I hardly pulled out the cotton on its container as well as the alcohol. I harshly took his arm and put it on the countertop. If it weren’t because of Ketish’s wish, I will not apply first aid on him. “Why are you mad?” he asked as if he did nothing wrong. “Nothing.” I pushed the cotton on his wound and showers the alcohol in it. “Aw, careful. That hurts,” he complaint. “Good for you,” I murmured. “You know what, instead of cursing me, why wouldn't you thank me?” “Are you high? I will thank you? For what? For making me feel embarrassed and less?” I angrily aswered, reffering to what he did on the hospital. “My apologies. I didn’t know you’ll agree,” he reasoned out. “Taking advantage to those people who had less knowledge, huh?” I pulled out the cotton and started cleaning the side of the
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