Different Worlds

Chapter 9

Julia's P.O.V

"Where have you been, and what happened to you?!" I asked in anger.

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"I don't answer to you." he uttered, not looking at me.

"I need an explanation. I had to cover for you today. That's the least you can do." I said, mumbling the last part to myself.

"Thank you for covering for me." he said, walking past me.

"Don't say it when you don't mean it." I said, following him.

"What do you want me to say? Huh?!" he yelled.

"I need an explanation, that's it!" I yelled back.

"It has nothing to do with you, absolutely nothing. So back the hell off!" he yelled again and thereafter went looking for something in the cupboards. He grabs a first aid kit and takes it to his bed. He takes out a bandage and tries to wrap it around his knuckles.

"You have to apply ointment first." I said softly.

"Since when are you a doctor?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm not... I'm just trying to help." I said, making my way to my bed. I grab my book and open it so that I can read, since there's nothing better to do.

I look through the corner of my eye and realise that he's struggling to apply the ointment, since he hurt his right hand.

Should I help him?

I try to ignore him by reading the book, but I can't. He's STILL struggling, and somehow, it's disturbing me. Why? I don't know.

"Let me help you." I said to him, sitting up straight to face him.

"I don't need any help." he uttered.

"Yes, you do. So, allow me to help you." I said, grabbing a stool and putting it between his legs. I grab the ointment from his left hand, take his sore hand and place it on my thigh.

Surprised that he didn't resist.

I apply the ointment and I can see him wincing because of the pain. I blow some air at his hand to ease the pain, and it actually worked because he stopped wincing.

I cover his wound with bandage and remove his hand from my thigh. I take the stool back and go back to reading my book.

"Sorry for leaving you today all by yourself." he uttered.

I look at him for a few seconds and go back to reading my book.

"Thank you for helping me with my wound." he uttered again, raising his bandaged hand.

"It was nothing." I said, this time, not looking at him.

"Listen, uhm." he said, standing up from his bed and sitting at the feet of my bed. "I'm sorry. For the way I spoke to you a moment ago and for not helping you out today." he continued.

I look at him for a few seconds again and continue reading. 

"Well, at least I did something good..." he smiled. "You asked me to get ice-cream, and I got it."