I took Keith up from the ground and sat him on the bed, he looks at me with his sad eyes, It feels like he was indirectly telling me something he couldn't speak.

"Move up your hands"

I said, he pulls him up and I unlocked the plaster, covering the wounded place.

I helped him down with it, I turned around to leave and without expecting anything to happen, Keith dragged me back to his gaze.

I fell my head on his chest, slapping his wounds.

He grunts in pain, I pulled apologizing for my mistake.

Keith kept quiet and looked at me.

His intense gaze made me uncomfortable, I...