Nora's POV

“I'm so sorry, babe.” He cried as he wiped my body with water and treated my wounds.

I watched with disinterest as he disinfected my wounds, and bandaged them. He rubbed his hand over my skin, humming a comforting sound as he treated me.

“I'm sorry.”

I rolled my eyes, hating his repeated apology. He sounded like a broken radio at that moment.

He dropped the napkin and pushed the bowl of water away. He swiped the ointment and bandages away too and then shifted away, ...