We entered his room and he led me to the bed and I sat down. This room still looked exactly the way it was when I left it. Nothing much had changed except the absence of my things at the side of the bed "Are you alright?" He asked me and I looked away from the bedside table, looking at him and that's when I noticed the bruises on his hand. "You're hurt" I sprang up and took his hand gently. He looked down at his hand. "It's nothing," he said trying to cover it but I pushed his hand away. "Have a seat" I stood up and went to get the first aid box from the bathroom, it was sitting exactly where it usually was and I grabbed it. When I came back to the room he was already seated and opened the box taking out what I needed and then I hit to work cleaning it.“Does it hurt?” I asked in a gentle voice.“No,” he said simply. Even though it looked painful but he probably wouldn’t admit it. “It’s okay to feel some pain,” I said and pressed down harder a bit. He winced and I smiled. "Sorr
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