#Chapter 250: We Shouldn’t… Right?

Steven leads me into the bathroom. “Where is the first aid kit?” “In the medicine cabinet behind the mirror,” I reply. He gestures for me to sit down on the counter near the sink. When I hop up onto it and am seated securely, he turns to the mirror and finds the small kit. He sets it down on the counter beside my hip and opens it. Inside are a series of cleaners and wraps, as well as some Band-Aids. I feel I should say once more, “You’re the one who noticed my healing abilities, Steven. You know better than anyone that this isn’t a big deal.” “The sight of blood on your arm makes me uncomfortable,” he says. He’s staring hard at the kit, not looking at me at all. “Just let me do this, okay?” It’s a simple request. I’d have to be a real asshole to deny it. “Okay,” I say. He opens the cap off the hydrogen peroxide and, after taking my arm and gently positioning it over the sink, he pours some over the wound. I wince as it burns, and his brow furrows with clear unhappiness.