JANE
He didn't listen to my protests and wrapped my palm with a clean bandage cloth after applying ointment. I couldn't do anything but stare at him. This concern and care for me from someone other than Mom was so new to me
This couldn't be real, right? This had to be fake.
He stood up with his head hanging low as if he was guilty of whatever happened here. But he wasn't. It was all me and the guilt of it was eating me away.
"I'm sorry you had to go through this. Are you okay?" He looked up with a concerned and regretful expression.
My heart twisted and I had to stop myself from grimacing.
"I'm okay. But whatever happened is not okay. You shouldn't have behaved like that with your brother because of me. A nobody."
His index finger landed softly on my lips as soon as I finished talking.
"Sh. Don't talk like that about yourself. You have no idea what you are for me."
