"You're a terrible liar," I said softly, closing the door behind me. I moved closer, my gaze landing on the butterfly bandage near his temple. It was peeling at the edges, stained with a dark crust of blood. "That needs to be changed. And the cut under your eye is still weeping."
He started to lift his good hand to wave me off. "Sarah, it’s fine. Go back and spend time with your sister. You should be—"
"I’m doing this," I interrupted, my voice firm as I moved toward the bathroom to gather the first-aid kit the hospital had sent him home with. I ignored his half-hearted protest, returning with antiseptic, fresh gauze, and medical tape.
I gestured to the edge of the chair. "Sit. Please."
He let out a defeated huff but did as I asked, sinking onto the chair. I stepped in close, standing r
