I move closer, and I take it as a good sign that he doesn’t try to bite my head off or demand that Ileave. In fairness, he seems preoccupied with undoing his bandages. They clearly need to be changed.
“Let me do that,” I say automatically.
He flinches out of my reach.
“That’s not necessary,” he tells me. “The doctor will be here soon. He’ll change them for me. I justwanted to let the wound breathe for a bit.”
He growls a little as he unwinds the long bandage.
I ignore him and move forward, pushing his hands away as I take over.
He balks. “You don’t need to—”
“This will go a lot easier if you just accept my help,” I snap. “It doesn’t make you any less of a man ifyou do.”
He glares at me, but it doesn’t have the usual amount of heat. Matter of fact, he looks li
