Chapter 37

Angelica

“You okay?” He comes to me in pensive steps and examines my hand like a document he is supposed to sign. For the next fifteen minutes he lectures me on how careless I was on my steps and the offshoots of my over clumsiness. His hands then wrap around my shoulders, legs and before I realize I was being carried to the bedroom.

“Martha,” he calls and within a fraction of a second the first aid kit was in front of us.

I looked at the colossal size of the white box and made a soft gasp. What the fuck! Inside were a lot of medical units which included ointments, gauze, antiseptic lotions, some pain medications and even syringes. Sweet heavens! Now what is he going to do with them? No syringes please. I murmur under my breath.

As though reading my mind he answers me. “If you don’t listen to me and care for the wound, I wouldn’t think twice to administer a syringe upon you.” He acknowledges with no trace of blague to get on a recount of his past. Than