One thing I know is intoxicated people speak nothing but the truth, so is that how she feels? I mean I stay away from her to avoid hurting her but she’s telling me differently.

“Come on, get up so I can bandage your wrists for you.”

“No, leave me alone.” She gets to her feet, backing up from me. I grab her forcefully, and drag to the bathroom where I know a first aid box lies. I clean her wrists and bandage them, there’s no need but just to be safe. “There, does it hurt?” I ...