Ophelia's POV

Sam stepped inside the room.

Ophelia wasn't sure whether or not to be shocked, but his sudden rawness had inspired her to try.

She couldn't stay without him. She couldn't imagine not at the very least trying.

It had paid off.

"I want to help you with that cut," he offered.

Ophelia rolled her eyes.

"I'm a grown woman, I can take care of it myself."

"But you shouldn't have to," Sam chided. "I'll be right back."

He hurried ...