Chapter 17. Anger and Concern

Hunter’s POV

The moment I entered the examination room, I scanned her from head to toe, my gaze lingering on the bruise and cut on her forearm. My expression turned stern, and I sighed audibly, shaking my head.

“What happened to you?” I asked, my voice firm but laced with concern.

“It’s just a small bruise.” She tried to brush it off, downplaying the severity of the injury, but I wasn’t having it.

“Don’t give me that,” I said, my tone scolding. “I’ve seen this before. You’re not taking care of yourself, are you? You’re pushing yourself too hard, ignoring your limits.”

I walked closer, my eyes locked on the injury, and I gently touched the bruise.

“This could have been prevented if you’d been more careful. What if it had been worse? What if you’d seriously hurt yourself?”

I stepped back, my arms crossed, and continued lecturing her.

“I know you think you can simply handle the pain and the injuries, but you can’t all the time. You