ELENA
I was conscious when Devon came to sit beside me on his bed. He sat close, closer than he should in presence of his girlfriend in the next room.
He opened the first aid box and took out cotton to clean my wound.
"It's okay. I will do it myself." I tried to take that cotton from him, but he pulled his hand away from my reach, which ended me closing the distance between us even more.
Our faces were only inches apart, and from such proximity, I could see the veins in his grey icy orbs staring back at me.
"Stay still." He ordered, and like an obedient puppy, I listened to him. Without moving even by an inch, I remained frozen in my position.
His face was blank. It didn't give away the thoughts running through his mind.
He cleaned the wound on my forehead carefully. He pushed my hair back with one hand while his other one worked on the wound as if it was his daily job.
