Emily's POV

Upstairs in our bedroom, I felt completely tense. Tyler just kept staring at my arm. He had even added more ointment and cleaned the wound again. It wasn’t that deep, but he wouldn’t stop looking at it.

“I think you’re bleeding again,” he said.

“Tyler, it’s not bleeding,” I told him, holding up my arm so he could see. “I’m not bleeding, okay?”

He sighed, running a hand over his face. “I think we should call the doctor now.”

I shook my head. “It’s ...