Trixy's Pov
Jonas and I stepped into the quiet university clinic together. The sterile smell was drifting through the chilled air. A young nurse raised her eyes from the counter and came hurrying over.
"Please sit here," she said softly, indicating a cushioned bench with her hand. "I will get the first-aid implements."
"Thanks," I said, grabbing her sleeve before she could move off. "I will do the bandaging if you do not mind."
She looked surprised and then agreed with a nod. "Sure. I will just bring the ice and gauze."
I felt Jonas's gaze on me when she stepped out. He moved uneasily as the greenish bruise visibly developing on his cheek.
"You don't have to," he said softly.
"I want to." I was ahead of my fear and I managed to say it. "Zyron ruffled you because of me. I could hardly turn my back and not take care of the damages."
Jonas responded with a half-smile, regretful and tired, "That sounds exactly like you."
