I followed him to his room.
"Sit," he said, jutting his chin to his bed.
I did what I was told.
I watched him as he pulled a translucent first aid plastic box from a cupboard on his wall and sat beside me.
He pulled out a white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped my cheek. I was too shocked to move, but my face remained nonchalant.
He opened the box and pulled out a cotton ball from its white plastic wrap. He uncapped a white
bottle of Povidone-Iodine, poured it on the cotton ball and began patting it on the scratches and bruises on my face.
"You didn't really have to do that," he said.
I let a long moment of silence pass us by.
"You looked really stupid--" he was beginning to raise his voice.
"What do you care?!--"
"I care about you!"
I was shocked. I just stared at him and he was just as surprised as I am.
"I mean--" he stammered. "I got you an amnesia that's why I--I'm responsible for--for whatever that could happen to you."
"Oh." I looked away. "Well, I'm taking your responsibility off of me."
There was a beat of silence as he continued to put medicine on my wounds.
"Fine. But at least let me finish this."
I didn't say any more words.
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Unknown Identity
Teen Fiction"Where am I?" "Who are you?" "What happened?" "Who am I?" "Why can't I remember anything?!" These were just some of the questions that are unanswered after she woke up from the accident. On the bright side, she wakes up to an obnoxious Prince Charmi...
