BLOOM
He sat down without questions.
I opened my mouth to protest, but no word came out of my mouth.
It's surprising he didn't say anything and just sat.
I nodded at his shirt, "Open up."
He obeyed without complaint again.
I gasped out in surprise when he removed his shirt.
He had tiny cuts all over his hands and chest.
"What exactly happened?" I whispered.
He shrugged, the action causing him to wince slightly. "The masses were angry."
"I told you to talk to your grandfather first!" I snapped, opening the first aid box and treating his wounds.
He didn't say anything and just occasionally winced whenever I used methylated spirit.
When I finished, I leaned back to admire my work. His body was an artwork of plaster and bandages.
"You'll live through the night." I muttered
