Chapter Seven

His eyes flew open, but he didn't say anything.

I took that as a sign to go ahead and unfold the edge of the damp cloth, dabbing at the blood on his split lip.

"He hit hard, huh?."

He nodded, still silent as he watched me find another clean spot on the hand towel.

"You're lucky he missed your nose. I would've needed more than this to clean that up."

He ran his tongue over his swollen lip as he watched me inspect the damage to his shoulder. I winced. The wrist sized welt was purple, verging on black with its budding bruise. 

"This whole not yelling at me thing is a little unnerving," I whispered, folding up the cloth and putting it back on his shoulder. I stood in front of him a minute longer then sat beside him, giving up on talking. 

"What are you doing here?" He finally asked, his voice thick from his fat lip.

"Lills said I needed to apologise to you."

"For what?"

I waved a hand