"No!" He said flatly and without any further inquiries from me, he squatted before me and poured a little amount of spirit on the cotton wool and cleaned my stomach gently making me scrunch up my face from the agonizing and grueling pains.

"Ouch! That hurts like hell," I groaned hitting his shoulder with my palms trying to suppress the stinging pains piercing my skin.

"Hold on," He said fixing his gaze on the wounded part of my stomach as he placed the plaster on my stomach.

I watched him ...